"Umm… Mister bodyguard?" she said in her softest, most hopeful voice.
The man raised an eyebrow.
"I was wondering if maybe…" she paused for effect, "…you could try? Just one time? I mean, your aim must be amazing, right?"
He blinked at her.
She leaned in, eyes wide and sparkling. "Pleeeease?"
The man glanced at the game booth, then at Bella. Then again at the game. Then sighed. His expression didn't change much, but he looked extremely hesitant—as if this task would ruin his dignity.
"I'll buy you ice cream later," Bella whispered like she was making a deal with a dangerous agent.
Finally, without a word, the bodyguard stepped forward, took one ball from the basket, and held it in his large hand. He aimed casually like it was nothing—then threw it.
Plop.
Straight in.
Bella gasped and clapped her hands. "Waaah!! You're amazing!"
The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows too. "Not bad."
