“Flirting with Security”
Scene: A luxury hotel lobby. She’s in heels and confidence. He’s in a suit, earpiece in, eyes always scanning the room. But she’s only focused on him.
GIRL (smirking):
“You know, for someone who’s supposed to blend in…
you kinda stand out.”
BODYGUARD (deadpan):
“That’s not part of the job description.”
GIRL:
“Neither is ignoring me when I look this good.”
She spins slightly, showing off her dress. He doesn’t flinch — just raises an eyebrow.
BODYGUARD:
“My job is to keep you safe, not rate your wardrobe.”
GIRL (teasing):
“Come on, not even a little compliment?
You’ve been glued to me for three weeks. I know you notice things.”
BODYGUARD (firm):
“I notice threats. I’m paid to.”
GIRL (stepping closer):
“Well… I might be a threat.
To your self-control.”
He looks away, jaw tightening just a little.
BODYGUARD (low, almost amused):
“You’re testing limits.”
GIRL (smiling):
“Just checking if you have any.”
A pause. For a moment, the air shifts between them — tension wrapped in curiosity.
BODYGUARD (quietly):
“Get in the car, ma’am.”
GIRL (laughing softly):
“Yes, sir.”
She walks ahead, but glances back with a wink. He follows — expression unreadable, but something flickers in his eyes.
