Azalea

chapter 72~ ben

I got dressed in a sundress and put on some makeup.

I went downstairs and saw Kanji sitting in the kitchen.

"You look pretty," he smiled.

"Thank you"

"To movies, right?" he asks, and I nod.

I started to walk and saw Ben following me.

"Why are you following me?" I ask.

"I'm your bodyguard," he stated.

"I don't need you where I'm going, so don't follow me." I look into his eyes.

He doesn't say anything, but a second later, when I move, he does the same.

I narrow my eyebrows. "Why is he following me?" I look at Kenji, who's eating.

"He's doing his job."

"Can't I have privacy?" I ask.

"He's just protecting you."

"Who is he working for?" I ask, and he answers that to him.

"So that means that he will tell you where I'm going, and that is something that I wrote in my contract that you can't do," I say to him.

"And you were told not to interact with another man."

"And I am not."

"It doesn't look like it," he says, looking up and down at me.

"So you're saying I'm not trustworthy?" I ask.

"I-" I cut him off and said,

"Sure, but if he follows me, I'm never speaking to you again." I mean that.

I walk and don't hear anyone's footsteps.

After a driver that J gave me, I met up with Drake.

"Hey"

"Hi, did I make you wait long?" I ask him as I pull away from a hug.

"No, you're just on time; I came a little early today, so," he smiled.

"When does the movie start?" I ask.

"In 15 minutes," so we go inside the building.

To be honest, I called Theo and asked all about Marvel movies; he told me important parts but didn't spoil those deaths.

A few hours later, the movie ended, and we came out of the building.

"Did you like it?" Drake asks.

"It wasn't bad," I say.

"Did you like it, though?"

"It was not realistic, I guess."

"Yeah, but then again, it's marvel," I nod, agreeing.

"If you're hungry, you want to have a late dinner," he suggests, and I agree once again.

We walk into some kind of cafe and take a seat.

"What are you going to order?" he asks.

"I was thinking about carbonara; what about you?" He chose some kind of meat thing.

After we ordered, I felt someone staring at me.

Ben

We talked, and then I excused myself to the bathroom and texted Kenji.

The texts said, 'I said what I said.'

I got a bunch of massages after that, but I ignored all of them.

When food arrived, I tasted my carbonara, but it tasted nothing like when Kenji made it.