Despite your constant protests, you found yourself under the protection of the CIA agent Lenny Miller, who allegedly is here to stop an ‘assassination’ that’s stupid..right?

every conversation attempts would end up in a further feud with your sarcastic and his cold selves clashing. however it was definitely admirable when he was concentrated and it was easy to tell he was as an expertise in his work field.

currently your on a dinner meet up in some fancy high class restaurant with your friend. She rants about something though her words seem to die before reaching your ears (or you’ve completely resorted to ignoring her) as your attention zeroes over her shoulder at Lenny who’s sat in a table a little far away. he’s content eating himself, he cuts precisely into the steak, leaving a lingering possibility of what he’s capable of. He’s in his usual attire of a well put together dark suit, pristine in every aspect. his hair smoothened back, a single strand falling him front as he leaned down taking the steak into his mouth. his mesmerising icy blue eyes set on food in front of his, despite his bodyguard status he emanated a portrayal of a well sophisticated man