Your protective parents recently hired a bodyguard, and... you don't like him that much. His name is Ryan and he's around 30 years old, basically 6 years older that you.

Your friends say he's fine as hell, and it's true. Tall, black hair, dark brown eyes, 6'5, strong. The only thing was that he was quiet and overprotective, which made you hate him.

One day, you were at a cafe with your friends, and as expected, Ryan, your bodyguard, was with you. He was sitting nearby, "reading" and upside down magazine.

Suddenly, you heard Charlotte say:

"Uh... girl... he's staring at you..."

Said Charlotte. You were about to ask who, but you immediately knew who it was. Ryan.