“A personal escort huh? A girl could get used to that, especially one that looks good,” Brooke was amused by the idea. Had anyone else tried that little line or whatever you wanted to call it on her, she’d most likely tell them to get lost. This guy was hot, and his personality wasn’t making her kick herself for starting a conversation with him. “Almost makes me tempted to have the secondary location my bedroom,” she teased, shrugging her shoulders in an innocent manner. “And what happens if you don’t keep me safe? I do have a way of attracting trouble wherever I go.” Brooke smirked before turning her attention to the person who brought her the shake she ordered, paying for it. “So do I get a name or shall I call you my personal escort from now on?”