This Is My Bodyguard

Inside a cafe in the center of North City, Nadia, dressed casually yet elegantly, sat at a middle table, sipping coffee.

A neatly dressed waiter stood beside her.

Nadia exuded an air of nobility, her manners refined. The coffee she drank, Diamond Coffee, cost $600 per cup, drawing awe from the other patrons.

Some men, confident in themselves, tried to approach her but were promptly stopped by the waiter.

Nadia rolled her eyes at them and continued drinking her coffee.

Just...