The Pizza Guy

I went to the car while trying my best to hide the jubilant features on my face, but what can I say; I am not that guy.

I kept my eyes down and got in the car. The moment I lift my head, Brandon was smiling and looking weirdly.

“What?” I asked because he confused me.

He passed his hands and tried to tickle me. “Mission passed… Mr. Romeo.”

“Man, I’m still your boss.”

It was an embarrassing situation. The words I said made Brandon transformed into seriousness mode. He started the engine, put his hands on the wheel, and prepared.

-It gave me a feeling like he was forced to work as a bodyguard because his personality belong to a pizza delivery man or a sales agent.-

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes sir,” He answered.

While trying to dry my jacket, I asked, “Do you have a family?”

“Yes sir.”

“I told you before, don't to call me sir! Okay.”

“Okay… ” He looked sad.

“It’s all right, and w