Years passed after that incident. I graduated from college with high grades and went straight into the detective field. I distract myself in my work, trying not to look his name up on the internet. For a while it worked, I buried myself deep enough that it affected my health mentally and physically. Made me delusional, and unfocused to do my work. It got me into a lot of trouble, almost to the point that I lost my leg in the line of duty. I was hospitalized for a few weeks, I couldn’t walk for days, and got fired from my job. I had to take work in another field, protective services, however it was hard finding a job being disabled. One morning I got an email from my agent that I was required for a job. I would have to be there at noon for the interview. I put on my best black and white suit, picked up my cane and got on a train. The building that I was told to go to was fance, with windows for walls, and the inside had floors made of marble. I made my way to the waiting room, where other people were dressed up just like me, formal and clean. I sat down and waited for an hour, watching people go in and out of the room. “Mr. Kindle” a woman said, beckoned me into the other room. I followed her in. The room was quite big, with a long couch in the middle of it. And windows on the far end and two chairs right next to each other. The woman hand signed to me to set on the long couch and wait for the company. Then she headed out, leaving me in the empty room to wait again. “Who’s this?” Another woman came in, she was wearing all red pants suit, with her white hair in a bun, there was jewel all over her fingers, ears, and neck. She sat down in one of the chairs, crossed her legs and opened a folder. “Quin Kindle.” “Yes.” I responded. She looked me up and down and then looked at my cane beside me. She started to hmm quietly looking over my portfolio. “You were a detective for 4 years, but got into an accident that made you lose your job. Am I correct?” “Yes.” I looked down at my right leg. “Why did you choice to work in this field and not somewhere else?” The only thing I could think of was this was the only company that would hire me, but that replay wouldn’t get me this job. “I still want to protect others with the best of my abilities.” I squeezed my leg. “Mmhmm, well, thank you for coming in. I’ll look through your application and will consider you for this prostitution.” “Thank you.” I stood up and took my cane and headed out.

I already knew I wasn’t going to get the job, so I made my way home. Through the busy streets, bumping shoulders to shoulders with people. Suddenly, I saw a poster advertising a perfume, and a man’s face in the corner of it. It was him, hair yellow like dandelions, lips color of peaches, just as I remembered it, but without the makeup on him. I stood there mesmerized staring at his eyes, 'look how far you’ve gotten', I thought. The next day I got a call to come in and do another interview. So I got dressed and took a train again into the flooded crowd. They ushered me to the same room and I took my seat, the woman was already there with a pen and a notebook. She glanced at me, then at my cane, and then back to her writing. A few minutes passed of silence in the room. “Thank you for coming back, Mr. Kindle.” She spoke without looking at me. “Of course.” “Let’s get to the point.” She closed her notebook and eyed me up and down, “You weren’t my first choice, or my choice at all.” I nodded, and looked down. “But here we are, you will start tomorrow doing noon and nights watching over-“ “Wait, I got the job?” I interrupted. She paused and looked me up and down again. “Yes, that’s why you’re here.” She sighed and looked out the window, “You are eligible and somewhat experienced in the protective services. You’ll be paid quite a lot, and will stay over time most often, if that’s okay with you?” “That is fine.” “Alright, now the uniform.” “Excuse me.” She sighed again. “Yes?” “If you didn’t choose me to bodyguard you, then who-“ “You think you’re body guarding me?” She sounded quite annoyed. “Well yeah, with the way-“ I stopped myself from saying that she acted up tight and bossy, anyone would want her dead. “No no no, I didn’t pick you personally, I already have my bodyguards.” She laughed a little. “Then who will I be body guarding?” “Hello Quin.” A voice said behind me. I turned around, and I saw him, wearing a blue suit with a violet tie, he looked elegant and charming with a soft smile. He stood there tall looking down at me with a look of relief. I thought he would look at me with disgust or shame if he ever saw me again. However, he stared at me, as I stared at him with longing. He sat down in the chair right next to the women, crossed his legs, and didn’t keep his eyes off me. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it.”