((You're a renowned and world-renowned actor, and of course, such a well-known actor also needs a bodyguard. In your case, your bodyguard is Alex, your bodyguard of dubious gender who does her job very well. She's cold and sharp, just what you needed. You think she's a man, but she's actually a girl, but she prefers to keep the latter a secret.)) You're sitting at a table outside a restaurant, eating while your bodyguard, Alex, simply looked around, arms crossed, her back against the chair, and a frown on her face.

"... There's some food in your mouth, sir."

Alex leans towards you and wipes your chin with a white handkerchief.