Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Dragasani is like being in a wild movie. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m cruising down Strada 1 Decembrie. Nice street, but the traffic? Ugh! Bumper to bumper. I’m sittin’ there, just fuming. Like, c’mon people, it’s not rush hour! I’m supposed to be on duty, not stuck in a metal box. Finally, I get to the meeting spot near the park. It’s a nice little area, but I’m already late. My client’s gonna flip.
So, I hop outta the car, and boom! There’s my client, all dressed up, looking like a million bucks. But then, I see this sketchy dude lurking by the fountain. I’m talkin’ shady vibes, like he’s up to no good. My instincts kick in. I’m like, “Yo, keep it cool, but watch that guy.”
We start walking down Strada Mihai Viteazul, and I’m keeping my eyes peeled. The dude’s still following us. I’m getting mad. Like, what’s your deal, man? You got a problem with my client?
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna grab a beer later. I’m like, “Dude, I’m about to throw down!” But I can’t say that. Gotta keep it professional, right?
Anyway, we hit up a café on Strada Calea București. I’m trying to keep it chill, but I can’t shake that feeling. The coffee’s good, though. Strong. Just what I need. But then, I see the shady dude again! He’s at the next table, pretending to read a newspaper. Yeah, right!
I’m about to lose it. I lean over to my client, “We gotta bounce. Now.” He looks confused, but I’m not explaining. We pay up and head out. I’m practically dragging him down the street.
We turn onto Strada Libertății, and I’m scanning the area. My heart’s racing. I’m like a hawk, man. Suddenly, the dude jumps up and starts following us again! I’m done. I turn around, ready to confront him.
“Hey! What’s your problem?” I shout. The guy freezes. I’m thinking, “This is it. Let’s dance.” But then, he just smirks and walks away. What the heck? I’m so mad!
We keep moving, and I’m trying to calm down. I mean, Dragasani is a cool place. The vibe is usually chill. The streets are lined with trees, and the people are friendly. But today? Nah.
We finally make it to the car, and I’m like, “Let’s get outta here.” My client’s all, “What was that about?” I just shake my head. “You don’t wanna know.”
As we drive through the city, I can’t help but think about how unpredictable this job is. One minute, I’m sipping coffee, the next, I’m ready to throw down.
We hit Strada Tineretului, and I’m finally starting to relax. But then, I see a bunch of kids playing soccer in the street. They’re laughing, having a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like this that remind me why I love this city.
But then, outta nowhere, a ball comes flying at us! I duck, and my client’s like, “What the—?” I laugh it off, but inside, I’m still on edge.
Finally, we get back to the hotel. I’m exhausted. I plop down on the couch, and my phone buzzes again. It’s my buddy, asking about that beer. I text back, “Rain check, man. Today was a trip.”
I look out the window at Dragasani. The sun’s setting, and the city looks beautiful. I think about how crazy today was. But hey, that’s life as a bodyguard, right? Always ready for the unexpected.
I just hope tomorrow’s a bit more chill. But knowing my luck? Yeah, right.