"Why do you care so much about where I went that night at dinner?"
Her tone was dead and forceful.. as if she didn't like me knowing what went down last night... it sent shivers down my spine with her suddenly appearing behind me saying those words.
"Aren't you suppose to be a bodyguard? Why do you care so much about that night during dinner.? It's not suppose to be your business..." She got closer with a devilish look on her eyes.. she's giving me pins and needles...
Why does she look angry.... she's smiling and has a playful tone to her words.. but there's this feeling of anger between the lines.. like a harmless flower with thorns...
"Are you a mime by any chance? You aren't answering my simple question." She said to me coming closer and flicking my nose. "Like I said. Mime your own business? Got it? I don't like people being snoopy with the things I do."
