See? I don't need a bodyguard!

Girlfriend

Once we were in Paris, I spent the whole night practicing my songs, while Droid sat in the armchair next to the window, watching me with one eye and observing the outside world with the other. I noticed that he drank several cans of energy drink throughout the night.

I went to bed around two in the morning, but I was still on my phone, and I had to woke up very early in the morning. I had slept about three hours, and a little after seven, I emerged in the spacious living room connected to the dining area and kitchen.

I noticed that Droid was still sleeping on the couch. I wanted to leave him be, but then I noticed something. His wallet had fallen out of his pocket. I wondered what he had it for and if there was anything inside.

Of course, I didn't want to look inside. I just wanted to put it on the table for him. But then I couldn't help but notice a photo of a really nice girl. She looked a bit younger than Droid.

Did he have a girlfriend?

I quickly put the wallet on the table and tried not to think about it. But I couldn't ignore the small feeling growing inside me. Was I jealous?

No, I couldn't be. I wouldn't care if he had a girlfriend. Where would he even find time for her? He spends all day with me, but maybe she's waiting for him somewhere. I don't know; it's hard to judge.

Or maybe it is his sister... I don't know let me live!

It didn't take long for Droid to wake up too. But I was quicker today, and I made breakfast for both of us.

Although I initially had to coax him a bit to eat breakfast, he eventually ate it without fuss. Maybe he still thought I was trying to dope him with something. I don't plan to, as long as he sleeps like a normal person.

I couldn't help but notice that he looked somewhat unwell. His eyes were tired, and he looked sick. And it became apparent to me when I touched him, and he was burning up. If he touched something wooden with his hand, there would be a risk of fire. Fortunately, everything here was stone and modern.

"Here, take this and measure your temperature. You don't seem okay," I said and tossed a thermometer to him. His reflexes remained just as unimpaired, so he effortlessly caught the thermometer.

He listened to me and started measuring his temperature without a word. Another bad sign. He didn't say anything about it. It was as if he suddenly started listening to me and let me take care of him.

"How much is it?" I asked as the thermometer started beeping. Droid didn't seem to like the number displayed.

"96.8 I'm fine. I don't understand your concern," he said and looked at me. I didn't buy it. He looked like he had a fever.

"I don't buy that. Show me." I challenged him and came over to him. I took the thermometer and looked at it. "You're not good at reading numbers, are you? We have a 105.3 fever here. We need to treat this," I said and turned off the thermometer, which I then went to put away. He must be healthy by the evening, or at least feeling better.

"I'm fine," he said casually and looked at the ground. He definitely wasn't. He looked even worse than when I left with the thermometer.

"You're not. Lie down and cover yourself with a blanket. I'll make you tea, and you'll rest. We need to get you back on track by the evening," I smiled and threw two blankets at him.

I was glad he didn't make the situation any worse and listened to me. I had to cure him.

"What's in it this time? Aphrodisiacs? Or some other stimulants?" he asked when I brought him tea. Now he'll suspect me of drugging him for the rest of his life, but I would never harm him. Unless it's for the betterment of Droid himself.

"Sometimes you might need aphrodisiacs, but not now. It's just normal tea," I smiled and handed it to him. Droid sat down and took a sip.

"You weren't lying," he said and smiled a little.

"You know, that smile suits you much better than that cold expression," I complimented him and sat down in the armchair.

"Thank you," he said shyly and blushed a bit. He placed the cup on the table and lay down again.

And let's say, maybe I was jealous of his girlfriend... or sister... or what the fuck was she to him. He was cute, handsome, and attractive.

Exactly the type I want.