548: Miya Ford Extra Story 9 (First Update)

Bloomington said the bodyguards would accompany and protect without being overtly intrusive.

Miya Ford pushed open the door and surveyed the yard, which was empty. Where could those bodyguards be hiding? In the bushes? Up in the trees?

She looked around.

"What are you looking at?"

Bloomington suddenly appeared behind the door, having arrived unnoticed.

Miya Ford withdrew the foot she had already stepped over the threshold with and remained very alert towards Bloomington, "Nothing."

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

She didn't want to invite Bloomington in, but considering the house was his, it wouldn't be right to keep him out. She stepped aside, leaving him to his own devices.

He didn't consider himself an outsider and walked into the living room as if he owned the place, seating himself in the very center of the couch. He stretched out his legs, at ease and so present that he was impossible to ignore.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Mhm."

"I haven't."