LOCATION: PENTHOUSE SOMEWHERE IN TOKYO

TIME: 7:50 PM

That's odd. I looked at my watch. The kid said he'll be at the entrance before 8. I'm ready to get outside my room but the door connecting to the guardhouse was locked. Should I knock?

I tried to knock, once, then twice, then thrice. Still no answer. I took my spare keys and opened the room. The kid was sleeping peacefully at the table. I poked his head. She rubbed her eyes.

"Tsurugan-san!" she jumped.

I tried to contain my laughter. "I'm getting late to my next appointment, we need to go"

"Ah, yes, I -" he rushed to take the keys and his backpack. But it was open that it caused his things to get to the floor beside the bed. "I'm sorry Tsuruga-san, I should not have slept like that,"

I tried helping he pick up her things. "You're a student!?" I exclaimed as I picked his notes and books.

"Yes, college" he replied.

That Yashiro even hiring a student to this extent just to protect me. I'll kill him!

"Is your studies okay?" I asked him. He just nodded. He finished picking up his things, fixed his hair and went to open the main door. I laughed. That kid really reminds me of that childhood friend of mine.

"I'm sorry," he quietly said.

"It's fine, you should have been exhausted last night," I replied to ease his embarrassment.

"I promise to do my best!" he replied enthusiastically.

"Alright," I replied.

Location: Japanese restaurant somewhere in Tokyo

Time: 8:30

It was my fault we arrived late. I wanted to take a nap that I forgot to turn on my alarm! Tsuruga-san even went to wake me up! It was really embarassing! I can't believe it. I was just waiting at the car and I saw a glimpse of all the famous actors from the drama of Tsuruga-san. I kept observing everything that they were doing. One particular actress kept touching him and he shows a slight expression of annoyance.

"So you still kept that professional face even in the midst of irritation," I whispered. I kept staring at Tsuruga-san, he smiles, he laughs but everything seems like acting to him. He shows a barrier that one cannot simply climb over or even destroy. It felt like he was sheltered. You can see a hint of his introversion. My stomach grumbles. I want to grab a bite, they kept eating sushi. I'm salivating.

I was almost ready to get out of the car when I saw Tsuruga-san coming out of the restaurant. He was holding a paper bag. I saw him bowing and saying goodbye before he closed the door. I fixed myself.

"Did you wait long?" he asked as he started the car. Wait what about my food?

"Ah no, I'm used to it anyway," I replied. He handed me the paper bag. "What's this?"

"I bought you food, I assume you haven't eaten anything yet." He started driving

My eyes sparkled at the sound of the paper bag being handed over to me. "Thank you," I replied happily. At the corner of my eye I saw Tsuruga-san smiling from ear to ear.

After that close interaction with the majestic Tsuruga-san, we haven't talk in a long while. Yashiro-san instructed me to always wait at the penthouse and protect it. The two of them would arrive late at night after shooting commercials from different brands and magazines. I would always monitor Tsuruga-san's daily evening life in the screen at the guard's room. He would sometimes sleep at the sofa and get up again early in the morning to get back to work. His life became much more peaceful after they hired me. There would still be some fans out there crossing their boundaries but as long as I do my job properly he will be fine.

I noticed once during midnight he wanted to cook instant ramen noodles but he has no idea how to switch his built in electrical stove. Yashiro told me that he was traumatized when he was young, he nearly set one of their house on fire that is why he never cooked on his own without help. He gave up after trying a lot of buttons. I laughed as I observed him having a hard time. I laughed again. This man is quite interesting to watch.

The next night, I prepared all the ingredients and wrote what he needs to do. He then suddenly turned around and looked for the camera. I was shocked. He embarrassingly covered the camera with the towel he used for his hair. I laughed. He never thought I was observing his secret life. I am sure he was embarrassed.

Days passed, my exams finished and ...winter came...