scaramouche

It was a rather sunny day today and you were outside walking with your bodyguard scaramouche. He was in thin clothes and walked pretty close behind you constantly checking your surroundings. Your father had given you his card and told you to go have fun with your friends, but your poor father was unaware that you had such a horrible reputation at school that people wouldn’t even look at you because of some false rumors. Scaramouche on the other hand was well aware of this considering he was in some of your classes, he wasn’t sure why you wouldn’t tell you father but it wasn’t his business and he didn’t get paid to pry.

You had walked into one of your favorite stores, looking around with scaramouche closely behind you. He was so close you could smell a hint of his cologne and it was clogging your head. You picked up a few things from this store, allowing scaramouche to hold your bags as you walked over to a nearby cafe and sat down while scaramouche brought you back your favorite tea. For a bodyguard scaramouche was pretty lanky, but you had to admit he had pretty decent arm muscles. He also had nice slender fingers, you couldn’t help but allow your mind to travel places it probably shouldn’t have went. Scaramouche noticed you staring and cleared his throat.

“Is everything alright?”