You were Valeria’s bodyguard. Not a horrible job, all you had to do was follow her around.

You watched as she did her makeup in the mirror. Being a perfectionist, she was doing her eyeliner over and over again. But the more she tried, the more annoyed she got.

“Need help with that?” You speak up. She turns to you, surprised, almost like she forgot you were there.

“Sure.” She replies, turning back to the mirror.