The Bodyguard, Part Two

It took a while for me to see A again since, as I guessed correctly, his shift had changed.

So last night, I saw him at the front desk of the lobby, all alone. Goody. I approached him, engaging him in small talk. He asked me about my work out. I praised him for being in shape. He decided to show off by flexing first his left then his right pectorals. Whoa. Despite him wearing an undershirt beneath his uniform, I could still see the muscles move under all that clothing. Impressive. I engaged him in more small talk regarding workout habits and the size of t-shirts he likes to wear. He said he prefers medium, because he likes a tight fit. And as he was saying that, he rubbed his pecs and flexed them again. Man, it’s really warm even at night! I decided to hit the elevator button to go up.

“Sir, gumigimik ba kayo?” A asked.

“Oo,” I replied. “Inuman, ganyan….”

“Sir, gimik naman tayo minsan!”

Aba. Ayan na.

“Sige ba,” I replied.

“Sir, kunin ko number ninyo,” A said, and reached for pen and paper. Then he laughed. “Ay, ilagay ko na lang sa phone ko,” he said, pulled out a sliding Samsung phone from his pocket and handed it to me. OMG. I saw the photo on his display wallpaper—a shot of him with his shirt off in front of a mirror, using the camera in his phone. OMG! Is that a six-pack I see before me? I swear I was so distracted I might have typed in the wrong number.

Ding!

The elevator door opened, and another guard plus someone from maintenance stepped out of the elevator, talking and laughing. I immediately ran after the closing doors of the elevator. Inside, I waved at A before the doors slid shut.

Around 15 minutes later my phone buzzed. It was a text message from an unknown number: “Hi sir.”

I texted back: “A, is this you?”

Buzz. “Yes sir.”