Spoken like a true soldier. “Well… what if they come through the window?” I gesture carelessly behind me.
He glances at the window, raises a brow. I give him a daring look.
“We’re ten stories up,” he says. “That’s why I always get the suite.”
“Oh.” Fair point. “But in movies they climb buildings with ropes and things.”
“In movies,” he deadpans, “people survive things that should’ve killed them five minutes in. No one is scaling a building this high unless they’re tired of living.”
“So you do watch movies,” I grin.
“I never said I didn’t.”
“That was just a judgment I made in my head,” I say, shifting in my seat. “Come on, we’re already talking. At least stay close to me while I eat. I’m the one you’re protecting, right?”
This time he doesn’t hesitate. He pushes the door closed and w
