Dove
"You really didn't have to get me a body guard," I sighed as I rotated my fork so that the spaghetti pasta dish I was having could perfectly wrap around it. "What am I going to do at school? Everyone's going to stare."
"Think about him as a guardian angel," Bucky smiled, cutting a piece of his steak then placing some on my plate.
"Thank you," I pouted and gave him some of my pasta. We always did that. Ordered food separately but ended up somehow blending out dishes together. "Jay looks like a guardian angel who can break your neck."
"He has feelings," Bucky snickered. "I have my bodyguards with me all the time. They're incredibly discreet."
I lifted my head and looked around the restaurant. I never saw Bucky with security. Not even once. "Where are they?"
He chuckled, "all the men in suits."
