I sometimes do not understand myself; the last man I tried to date with the chosen blind dates that my brothers put effort into scheduling even failed since I threw the salad in his face. Well, my senses ordered me to do it, so I did. However, the one in front of me is making me contain some invisible emotion with no rates. That is the least I could call it since liking and disliking a person can be measured by rating them from one to ten. It is used by all female beings that exist in this world.
An anonymous agent just quietly looked at me. Then, as I clicked away the thoughts, I hit my knee under the table. I felt the numbness rising.
"Miss Owen, are you feeling unwell?"
I should take a deep breath. The tension between him and him was rising too. I cannot be at ease.
"Here, let me help you," He suggested.
I tried to stop him, but with his rapid movement, my eyes could not follow what was happening.
I paused; my left side was yelling at me, 'Kick him away, throw something at him now!' and the right side of my head was telling me, 'You need this; you want to be touched too."
He started pressing his hands on different sides of my knee. I forced myself not to chuckle; I was ticklish at some point.
"Does it hurt here?" Although, his gentle voice makes me want to go home right away and forget what just happened instead, and I shake my head from side to side.
Then he moved his other hand up—Still in the knee part, "How about here? Does it hurt?" He pressed it again, and there it was. My disgusting groan slides out my mouth. I bit my lips after; it is also a strange sort of happiness. I shut my eyes. The agent is giving me a new light in life with his actions—if only I could act more to make him stay.
He looked at me from under the table, asking if I could manage the pain. Of course, I did not say I could. I just responded with a groan while he started massaging my knee. I do not have a choice but to groan louder. The server might think something weird, probably more of the dark side. With the groans that nearly became a moan, I am the most semi-innocent in acting. No, I am kidding. It does hurt.
"How about I take you to the nearest hospital, Miss Owen?"
The question is long enough to make me go against him, I did not give him a hard time, and worried eyes sculpted in his face. He is just being sincere. And what to do? Should I take his offer without having a proper meal with him? Gods, No. This is a blessing. Let me grab the opportunity quickly before going out of the building.
"I can manage it. Let's eat here before we go." I advised, and he gladly nodded. Respectful, Gentle. It is a big 'NO.' The agent here is contracted with me, I am his boss, and no deep value relationship should exist. Not even zero point five in the line.
"Dinner is served, Miss Owen." Walking towards me was a different waitress; she looked at my agent, who was trying to go back to his seat to sit down. The waitress's eyes sparkled while stating my name.
"I am over here, Miss," I said, and she gazed at me.
Yes, I know she must be disappointed that I am here.
"Enjoy your dinner, Miss Owen." The agent said before he ordered the waitress to get him a corn soup.
"You may begin eating, Miss Owen; I will just continue discussing other things aside from the basics of the contract." The agent told me while I picked up the fork.
"The red-shaded words in the contract stated that I can do anything to your family when they tried to hurt or kill you. The company you signed up with will secure your safety, including the agent you picked. This is only necessary when you won't do anything that crosses the line. And I bet that you read the instructions carefully." I took a chunk of meat and shoved it inside my mouth. Chewing. I could still hear what the agent reported.
However, I wondered if my agent could also do something special for me—like, figuring out my brothers' schemes. Because they would never look back and notice that they hurt me even if I did stay still to protect myself in silence rather than showing them or talking back at them.
The agent licked his lips and continued reporting, "Look and Listen; that is all you have to do, miss. Please do not put it into action unless necessary for you and me. I obey any command, but if it crosses the line, then I can't help you with it. I am just telling you the detailed meaning just in case you will be confused."
"I already took some notes about that, Dear Agent," I told him after swallowing the food.
The agent watched me with reluctance; he was trying to say something but needed some time. And I am concerned about whatever he will say or probably ask.
"Miss Owen, do you think discussing this kind of report would do any good here?"
I could sense the uneasiness in his words, "If it is your job, then you can say what you want aside from what you reported before."
"I did not know your brothers are quick to deal with you, even in a place like this." The agent suddenly stands up and goes to the left table beside us.
"What is it?"
My agent frowned at me while holding a pea size, small, black piece of voice recorder.
"Did you tell anyone that you are here? Miss Owen?"
"No, and why would I?"
"They have heard everything."