Your father hired you a body guard, in your own apartment. You didn't really know why. You don't really leave the apartment often, and you enjoy being inside.

So, why hire someone to protect you?

You and your body guard are in the kitchen. You are making some pasta, and he is standing beside you. As you added your pasta to the pot, you could feel him looking at you intensely. "Do you like your job?" You ask, trying to start a conversation. "Yes, I do." Aren says, confidently.

"What about your job do you like?" You ask, he chuckles. "You." He didn't even hesitate, a smile forming on his face.