The Unknown Bodyguard

Chapter 3

It's Saturday. Let me tell you guys my secret. I'm not that types of person who like to wake up early on weekend because like seriously, it's weekend ! However, today for the first time in my life, thanks to that 6 feet tall guy, I've broke my own record and make another history on waking up earlier on Saturday. Mind blowing job, Mr. 6 feet tall guy ! I looked at my Gucci watch and trying to find him. It's 9:02 am now and I can't find him. Minus point to Ranbir. He is the one who asked me to be here in Central Park at 9 am sharp and now not even his shadows make an appearance. I hate when someone makes me waits for them.

"You're two minutes late." a voice approached me from nowhere. I turned and it was him.

"You're the one who are two minutes late."

"I've been waiting for you at the coffee shop since 8:56 am, okay. Coffee ?" said Ranbir while handed me a cup of coffee.

"I don't drink coffee."

"Really ?"

"Yes."

"But it's a Starbuck freshly brewed coffee."

"Yeah, right. Starbuck at this time ? Do I look like an idiot ?"

"A bit."

"What ?" I said as I hit his shoulder.

"Okay, yaar. I made this by myself for you. I thought you drink coffee."

"Dumbo, of course I drink coffee. Who doesn't drink coffee anyways ?" I said before grabbed the cup of coffee. I took a sip of it and suddenly I feel like I want to hug him. It's not that sudden spark of romance come across my mind, it just the coffee was so tasty.

"Do you work for Starbucks before ?" I enquired.

"What do you think ?" asked Ranbir.

"Nah. Starbucks will surely kick your ass out if you ever work for them."

"What ? Why ?"

"Because your coffee is more delicious than Starbucks !" I whispered on his ear. Then, I saw Ranbir smirked and looked at me.

"I know I'm beautiful but you should stop looking at me like that, Ranbir." I said before took another sip of the coffee.

"Hah, so full of yourself. Let's go. We're getting late. I've promised them that I'll come around 9:30 am." said Ranbir before he pulled my hands and we walked together. While walking down the street to reach that place where I will meet Ranbir's kids, we've pulled each other legs a lot. When Ranbir said this, I replied that. When Ranbir said yes, I said no. We mocked each other, hit each other shoulder, pushed each other and even laugh out loud until people around us gave those weird expressions while looking at us. I must admit it again, I'm very comfortable with Ranbir. And then, we've reached our destination.

"Orphanage ?" I asked as we're standing in front of, obviously an orphanage.

"Yeah."

"You make your kids stay here ? How could you !" I said, not believing that Ranbir can be so mean.

"What ? I met them here, okay." said Ranbir.

"What do you mean by that ? Wait, are you a sperm donor ?"

"Are you crazy ? Do I look like Ayushmann Khurana's character in Vicky Donor ?" asked Ranbir, unbelieved.

"Kind of." I murmured.

"Whatever. Come." said Ranbir as he shook his head before holds my hands and make us entered the orphanage. Literally, I don't mind with the way he held my hands but I guess I'm just nervous. Don't ask me why, okay. You guys can blame Ranbir for that because nowadays, he makes my heart beat faster than ever. Am I having an heart attack ? Touchwood !