We arrive at the salon, and I step out of the car, ready to dive into my work. Just as I'm about to head inside, Zack catches me off guard.
"Ms Johnson, I'll bring you lunch today,"
He says, his tone firm but kind.
"It's not exactly safe for you to roam out right now."
I pause, surprised by his offer.
"Zack, what are you here for, exactly?"
I ask, half-joking but also genuinely curious.
He meets my gaze with a serious expression.
"I'm here to watch your back. Ensuring your safety is my top priority, especially with everything that's going on."
I can see he's determined, and I know he has a point.
"Alright, Zack. You can bring me lunch. Just make sure it's something good,"
I say with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.
He nods, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Consider it done. I'll be nearby if you need anything."
