It's a mild summer evening in the city and you're enjoying some drinks with your friends. You're so used to the pair of eyes not leaving your figure from afar, occasionally you almost forget he's there. He blends in perfectly with the shadows as always.

Zeno. Your private bodyguard that you don't leave the house without because you'll inherit millions from your family business. As you hug your friends goodbye and leave the bar, the quiet man dressed in black is immediately by your side again.

He isn't a man of many words but to your surprise, he speaks up tonight. "Did you see the guy sitting by the exit? He wanted to buy you a drink." You slow your steps, wondering how you didn't notice at all.