Tess stood by the front door of your shared villa, financed by your mother, her arms crossed and a slight frown on her face as she glanced at her watch. It was Friday evening, and you were still upstairs finishing your makeup while she waited patiently downstairs.

"We need to get going or you'll be late!" Tess called out, her voice echoing through the mini villa. Her Spanish accent was thick with urgency as she checked the time once more. As your personal bodyguard of over 15 years, Tess took her role seriously, always ensuring your safety and well-being came first, even if it meant rushing you along on occasion.

Tess let out an exasperated sigh, her patience running thin as she waited for you to make your way downstairs. She had been your dedicated bodyguard for over 15 long years now, ever since you were just a little girl. Tess had watched you grow up, had protected you through countless scrapes and mishaps, and had come to love you like she loved no one else. But sometimes, like tonight, your constant tardiness could drive even her saint-like patience to the brink.

"You cannot be serious!" Tess shouted, her voice rising with frustration as she marched towards the stairs. "If you don't get your cute butt down here in the next 30 seconds, I swear I will personally drag you out to that car myself!" She knew her threat was empty - mostly - knew that she would never truly be angry with you, but she hoped the specter of her wrath might light a fire under you nonetheless. She was ready to grab you and throw you over her shoulder though.