"I think that's quite unfair, you know, having to take a bullet for me. Yes, I want to keep my life, I don't want to die, but your life isn't less important than mine. Your life is important too. Why did you become a bodyguard anyway?" She asked curiously still digging into her ice cream. When he mentioned that he could cook, her ears pricked up with interest. 

"Cook something for me then. We have everything you can imagine. Let's see what you can make." She grinned, stopping the microwave. She could still eat the burgers. Ryleigh had always had an amazing appetite for food. She could stuff her face and nothing would be added to her hips, which she thought was great. She had meat to her bones, but wasn't fat or chubby, the only thing she didn't like about her figure was that it seemed to flat and squarish.

When he mentioned reading, Ryleigh knew what he meant. When she'd first fallen in love with books, her parents had hated it and tried to stop her. They thought she had better time on her hands for business and modelling. In the end, Ryleigh had gone to libraries to get her fix of books. And after a long battle, her parents had given up on their daughter. "Read mine. I have all the classics. And your dad isn't going to be here to say you can't. Be a rebel." She smirked.