The Bodyguard

"I really want to travel. I want to get out of this boring state and finally see something amazing." I say, talking to my best friend Reagan about our summer plans.
"Then why don't you?" Reagan asks dipping a fry in ketchup and taking a bite.
"What?" I ask and look up at Reagan with my brow furrowed.
"I mean you're at college on a full ride. Which means you don't have any debt. You've been working as a waitress all year and saving up your money. You never go anywhere and spend your money, so you're probably loaded. All of that means you can go do something over the summer." Reagan says looking me in the eyes and lifting an eyebrow.
"You're not wrong. But I'm terrified of going somewhere by myself. I would be a young female traveling alone. That's asking for something bad to happen. And I don't know how to protect myself very well. I'm also super weak. So if you can find a solution that doesn't end in my death. Let me know." I say while pouting and looking at my food.
"I've got an idea." Reagan exclaimed excitedly.
"What is it?" I ask curiously.
"Hire a bodyguard."