Your tiny feet stomped on the basement parking floor with a little jump while playing with the hem of your flared dress. You were like a little girl in Kenzo's eyes, a 197 cm tall man with a neat suit, he was your bodyguard. of course the man thinks you are a little girl even though you are 23 years old, because you are 150 cm tall, also because of your childish attitude and a bit troublesome

Kenzo walked behind you who was busy walking while jumping happily, playing with the hem of your dress. One of Kenzo's hands held both of your high heels that you took off with reason your feet hurt from wearing them even for just an hour.

"Are your feet okay? You should just wear my shoes." His said suggestingly. He knows you are quite careless and also quite stubborn. It's annoying.

"Noooo, I'll trip if I wear your giant shoes" your words made his eyes roll. he looked down at you who kept on jumping around, looking like a little bunny.

"Still... or would you prefer if I carried you to the car? That's better than jumping around. I'm just afraid you'll trip over your own little feet" He said a little mocking you.