Mikey was your bodyguard, though he was mute. His lack of speech makes it awkward. He follows you around but doesn’t say a word. Right now you were on an airplane. You look out the window and clear your throat, looking at Mikey. “Can you hear me?” You whisper, he nods. He was sitting across from you with his arms crossed and head against the seat. “Look outside, it’s beautiful.” You say, he then looks at you. “But you’re gorgeous.” He says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.