This is (obviously) late, and I apologize for that, but... here 'tis.
I stare across the bench at her, trying to hide my ever-growing annoyance. I have to admit that technically, none of this is her fault… I mean, sure, if it weren’t for her I wouldn’t be stuck with this stupid job and could be doing something else with my existence. If it weren’t for the fact that she was always causing so much trouble, I could have at least stayed hidden and not revealed myself and my admittedly suspicious, stalker-like habits to her. But no, as surely as she exists, she causes trouble, and therefore I am forced to be in this ridiculous situation.
“You’ve heard of guardian angels, no?” I ask her.
She nods. “I mean, yeah, I guess.” The corner of her mouth twitches; I can tell she’s trying not to laugh. “So… is that what you are?”
I sigh. “No. I mean, yes... but no. See, I’m not technically an angel, but I am your guardian. So I’m your guardian, but not your angel. Or any angel at all, for that matter.”
“So, you’re my guardian friend?” She looks at me with wide-eyed (and obviously feigned) innocence.
I shake my head and say firmly. “Nope, because we’re not friends. We technically just met, and no offense or anything, but you’re pretty much the bane of my existence.”
“Hm…” she seems to consider this. “My guardian stalker, then?”
I groan. “Believe me, Eva, I wouldn’t be doing anything involving you that might remotely resemble stalking if I had a choice. Stalkers choose to stalk; I’m being forced.”
She nods. “Okay, then. Guardian Nothing it is.”
What the… “‘Guardian Nothing’?” I ask.
Eva shrugs. “Well, you keep turning down all other titles. So it’s ‘Guardian Nothing’ or ‘Angel Boy’. You can pick.”
I growl. “Wow, thanks; you’re so generous.”
“I know,” she says serenely. When I continue to glare, she adds, “You could just tell me your actual name, you know… assuming you have one, that is.”
I look at her defiantly for a few moments. She looks around at the passing traffic and pedestrians, seemingly uninterested in my name as she twirls a strand of her hair around her finger. I, however, and smart enough to know that she’s actually dying of curiosity.
I exhale, giving in. “Keir,” I say.
She looks at me. “Keir?”
“Yes,” I say, “Keir. That’s my name.”
She smiles. “Okay, then. Keir. Nice- well, interesting, anyways- to meet you. I’m Eva.”
“Yes,” I reply briskly, brushing off the polite formalities, “I know.”
She looks annoyed for just an instant, then shrugs and begins questioning me again. “So, are you going to explain to me why you’re guarding me?”
Nope. Not today. Too tired; very annoyed. “No, I’m not. All I’ll say is that you make it an extremely difficult job.”
Eva gives me an indignant look. “Me? How do I make it a difficult job?”
I roll my eyes and hold my face in my hands, hoping that my patience doesn’t wear thin before I can get away from her and regain some sanity. “I am your guardian, Eva. I have to protect you and keep you out of harm’s way. It’s a pretty difficult job when you are ceaselessly careless. I’m not kidding- you’ve unwittingly put yourself in harm’s way over a hundred times, just in the past month.”
She frowns. “I have not.”
“Yes you have.”
“You’re probably exaggerating.”
“You wouldn’t know; you remain blessedly oblivious to the whole thing, because I always end up saving you.”
You may be asking yourself, "Hmmm... I wonder if she'll ever stop ending these so abruptly?..."
No. The answer is no.
Thanks for reading!