The following days were full of strange events, nevertheless, you did not meet Agent Smith in the full sense of the word. You ran into him, yes. Either it was a sick projection of your mind or he appeared out of nowhere and disappeared faster than you realized what you had seen.

He appeared at work, outside the windows, flashed you at bus stops or in the shop. It was irritating and made you not forget about him even for a moment. You prefer not to wonder how or why he does it. Being the object of the interest of someone like him, while exciting, made you slightly anxious ...

But finally, the long-awaited weekend has come and you could chill out. On Friday, you decided to go to bed early, because on Saturday you and your friends were planning a pub trip and then a night on the dance floor.

You just finished taking a shower and changed into your pajamas when someone knocked on the door. Surprised, you put on your sweater and glanced through the visor. Part of you was expecting that, so you weren't shocked seeing Agent Smith himself.

You opened the door slightly without taking the chain off. 'Yes?' you asked as if he were some kind of peddler.

'Good evening, miss (Y / N). Can I come in?'

'I guess it's a little late for an inspection. Besides, you mentioned recently that you can act like a gentleman.'

That crooked smile again. 'It hasn't changed, I assure you, miss (Y/LN). Besides, it's not even eight o'clock.'

Seeing that you were still hesitating, he pulled a large paper bag from behind his back. 'I took the liberty of bringing a small meal for you, fish and chips.'

Bastard. How did he know you had wanted this dish for a few days?! 'Okay ... come in.' You took the chain off and you let him in.

He entered as if it was his own flat, handing you food on the doorstep. He went straight to the living room and took a seat on one of the cushions on the carpet. You went into the kitchen to get your plates and cutlery ready, but you watched him out of the corner of your eye at the same time. He sat cross-legged motionless, staring at you.

'Would you like something to drink?' you asked, wanting to be polite.

'No thanks. I will not eat either, I brought it just for you.'

You frowned. 'I will eat and you will only watch?'

'I'm not hungry, miss (Y/LN).'

'Well, if you say so.'

You put everything on one plate, picked up your fork, and went to take your seat on the other pillow, opposite from Smith. You ate with a plate in your lap. You did have a table in the kitchen, but you thought it would be very rude of you to leave Smith in the room while you stuffed yourself in another.

Smith followed your every move, but it wasn't that awkward for you anymore. You were starting to get used to his weird way of being. And the fact that he brought you a meal also increased your understanding.

'To what do I owe your visit? You just wanted to feed me?' you asked.

He took off his glasses and began wiping them with a handkerchief from his pocket. You had the feeling that he was wearing the same suit every time you first saw him.

'I missed you, Miss (Y/LN)' he finally confessed.

You almost snorted chips right in his face. 'Smithy, I didn't know you're the charmer. You've been stalking me all week, you didn't even have time to miss me.'

'I'm not stalking ...' Did  he seemed confused? 'I just ... make sure of your safety.'

'What? Is something threatening me?'

'You never know for sure, miss (Y/LN).'

'Oh my Goddess, Smith, get over that Miss (Y/LN), please! It irritates me. My name is (Y/N).'

'I know.'

'So why don't you call me by it?' You haven't even tried to ask how he knows your name.

'That would be inappropriate. Too personal and emotional.'

'You're funny but ok, as you wish.' You shrugged as you ate more fries. 'And you, do you have a first name, or should I always call you Smith?'

'Smithy, if you please.'

'Oh ... did you like it? And isn't that too... wait...' You grinned. 'Personal and emotional?'

He just shrugged but was starting to seem confused again.

'Then why don't we drink brotherhood?' you suggested. You took the bottle of wine you opened on Monday out of the refrigerator and poured the ruby-red liquid into your glasses.

'(T / I)' You repeated your name, tapping your glass lightly against his glass.

'Smith,' he said, clearly confused.

'Gee, you really don't have a first name?' You shook your head, but you didn't dig any further, just took a sip of wine and went back to eating.

For the rest of the evening, Smith only drank half the contents of his glass. You drained the rest of the bottle. By the time you realized that maybe you shouldn't be drinking that much after all, it was too late. You went out for a cigarette on the balcony, but you had a slight problem with getting back inside. Smith must have helped you, because suddenly you were very tired. He led you to the bed, where you threw yourself on as you stood and immediately fell asleep.

***

The next morning you woke up with a slight headache, but despite that, you felt fine. Someone, it's easy to guess who, carefully wrapped you in a quilt to keep you warm. That someone was sitting at the foot of the bed, still looking impeccably elegant and professional.

'Did you sit all night like this?' you croaked in disbelief.

'It seems so.'

'At least now I'm sure I'm safe with you' You smiled as you scrambled out of bed. 'I appreciate the fact that you stayed with me all night, but you didn't have to, do you know that?'

'I didn't have to, but I wanted to.'

'Well, if you say so. Are you even sleeping?'

'It hasn't happened yet.'

That was an unusual honesty for him. You thought for a moment. 'Are you a vampire?'

'Something much worse, Miss (Y/LN).

'Made me shudder' You giggled, but you didn't go any further in that, just went to the bathroom to shower yourself. It was fascinating that having, after all, a complete stranger in your house, you didn't care at all, you just kept doing your things. You were starting to feel very comfortable with him.

When you came out of the bathroom, a steaming cup of tea was waiting for you in the kitchen.

'Smithy!' you exclaimed, very pleasantly surprised. 'I think I'll keep you permanently.'

'I'd like to, but unfortunately I should be gone a long time. I just wanted to make sure you are okay after drinking too much alcohol yesterday.'

You rolled your eyes. 'It was definitely not a lethal dose.'

'Yes, that's true. So, I'm going then. Goodbye, miss (Y/LN).' He headed towards the door, and you, touched by some bad feeling, ran after him.

'Wait, but you won't have a drink with me?'

'Maybe another time.'

'Smith ...'

'Yes, miss (Y/LN)?'

'I hope ... I mean, are you leaving so suddenly because I offended you by something?' If so, know that it must be unknowingly ...'

He stood with his hand on the doorknob for a moment, staring at you. For a long, really long moment, until you felt awkward. Finally, he slowly shook his head. 'No, Miss (Y/LN), you haven't offended me in any way. Absolutely. I just have to get back to work. Have a good day.'

And that's it. He was gone. However, you did not think long about his strange behavior, because soon you were engrossed in preparations for reveling with friends in the city. Opal has come to you so that you can go to the meeting together. You enjoy your grandma's cherry vodka as an aperitif. However, at 5 p.m. you gathered and set off to meet the rest of the company.

It started as usual with a chat over a beer and a pizza, but shortly afterward the girls wanted to express themselves on the dance floor. You found a cozy and not too crowded club and you took possession of it. There were eleven of you, so no one could measure your strength.

During your wild dance, you almost completely forgot about your new agent friend. It was only when one of your friends, next to whom you were swinging, leaned over to you and, shouting over the music, said with a laugh: 'This bodyguard is staring at you all the time. Is he your private one?'

You glanced where she was pointing, and of course, you saw no one else but Smith. Indeed, in his flagship outfit and with a receiver in his ear, he could have passed as the club's bodyguard. He was brazenly staring and even dared to laugh a little when you looked at him.

'He's an acquaintance,' you just replied, shrugging and you continue dancing. However, you involuntarily wondered if you could get him out on the dance floor.

Smith was with you for the rest of the evening. He has always lurked somewhere near your large group, alert and watchful. The girls were joking a bit about you having an admirer, but overall he didn't disturb you, so you didn't chase him away. At one point you even took him a drink.

'I feel like some celeb, who goes everywhere with guards.' You said handing the drink to him. 'Is it possible, Mr. Smith, that you are here because of me?'

'Isn't it obvious, miss (Y/LN)? Thanks for the drink.'

'I was hoping that it would relax you a bit and you would let me kidnap you to the dance floor.'

'Out of the question.'

He might not want to dance, but he came in handy in another way. A pair of horny guys started jumping around you when you were left alone on the dance floor for a while. You used to be good in such situations, but they were extremely officious and your friends were just resting at the table, not able to react quickly enough. Smith grew out of the ground, calmly telling the boys to go away, otherwise, nothing good awaits them. They didn't argue, you thought they were quite impressed by his apperance, because they left the club quickly.

'Ha! Smity! With a guardian like you, one can dance the night away without the slightest problem!' you cried out, placing your hands on his shoulders. They were surprisingly muscular, somehow you hadn't noticed it before. Suddenly a wave of excitement flooded you, you wanted to dance with him, hug him, kiss him, and do other things... Scared, you let him go, thanked him politely, and went to the table occupied by your team. Could not do without sharp remarks about your attorney.

'Call him, let him have a drink with us. He deserved a drink.' Eve suggested.

You glanced at Smith, who returned to his permanent place against the wall. 'I'm afraid he won't want to ...'

'What are you talking about! I'll bring him!' Bea called. And in fact, to your amazement, she approached him and dragged him, almost by force to your table.

'Ladies, that's unnecessary, I'm just making sure you're safe. I don't want to disturb you...' Smithy defended bravely, but he couldn't break free from Bea's embrace.

'Come on! Drink! You deserve it by defending our dear (Y/N).'

Your girlfriends remained adamant. You smiled apologetically at Smith at the sight of his terrified expression. He impressed you with how bravely he took it all.

Soon you returned to the dance floor, leaving your two oldest friends with Smith. Dorcas (a cigarette in one hand and a glass of vodka in the other), asked where he knew you from, and Lou kept reminding him that you were interested in her son and not to get his hopes up. It was a real treat to look at it all.

In the end, however, the company slowly began to crumble, and the girls returned homes in small groups. But wanted to dance a little more.

'Actually, we're leaving you in good hands, huh? Are you safe with him?' They asked, looking at your private bodyguard.

'Of course. Do not worry about me. Let me know when you are safe and sound.'

And so, you were left alone with Smith. You were still messing around on the dance floor, under his watchful eye, what actually suited you. No uninvited admires has dared to accost you anymore.

You ran out of strength for an hour or two after the rest of the girls went home. You took your seat on the couch next to Smith, sighing loudly.

'Have you already danced enough, miss (Y/LN)?' He asked. 'Can I get you something to drink?'

'Water, please.'

He was gone for a minute, then returned with a glass of cold water. You didn't know how he did it, considering the huge queue at the bar.

'Thank you.' You gulped down half the glass. 'I guess it's enough for me to dance for a while ... I suppose.'

'I did not expect you to be such a volcano of energy.'

'I didn't expect you to be such a companion,' you retorted.

He smiled crookedly. 'Perhaps I will surprise you again someday. You really do have nice friends.'

You laughed involuntarily. 'Yes, I know, there aren't any other girls like that in the whole world.'

'One of them seems to want you to be her daughter-in-law.'

'Yes, but it's just talking. It really would be a long time with me.'

'But if you and her son ... hmmm ... love each other, then probably nothing will stop ...?'

'Smithy!' You cut him off with a laugh. 'I never even talked to her son. I only know him from her stories. She thought that we would be good as a couple. That's all.'

He nodded. 'Och.., I see.'

'Are you jealous?' you laughed.

You weren't serious, you were just teasing, but he was quite serious about it. 'I believe, yes I am.'

You flashed and glanced nervously at the clock on your cell phone. 'Well, I guess it's time for me. Thank you for watching over me tonight with such dedication. It is a pleasure to dance under your watchful eyes.' You started to leave, but he stopped you.

'I have to escort you home, forgot, miss (Y/LN)?'

'Don't bother, I'll take a cab.'

'To not bother, I will go with you.'

You agreed to his company, even though you really preferred to be alone and think things over in peace. Had something started happening between you two? Had a seemingly innocent curiosity turned into a fascination?

It didn't help that he put his arm on the seatback behind your back while driving the cab. You felt the delicate scent of a very pleasant perfume emanating from him. You have definitely been affected by this closeness. It started to confuse your head and made you making up excuses to invite him over.

Finally, tired of fighting with yourself and exhausted by the reveling in the club, you rested your head on his shoulder because you were no longer able to keep it upright. He did not change position, though you had the impression that he wanted to hug you but changed his mind at the last moment. He just whispered, 'Good night, miss (Y/LN). Don't worry, if you fall asleep, I'll take you to the apartment.'

Smiling, you leaned back against him and just muttered, 'Okay.'

You don't remember what exactly happened later, except that at one point he actually carried you and that when he put you to bed you felt like a gentle brush of his lips against your forehead.