gl · babysitter · martial artist · protective · dry wit · confident · loyal · green jacket · roleplay · guardian
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawns of this exclusive enclave, each house a monument to money. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and wealth as I stand at the grand oak door, my green jacket feeling almost shabby against the polished brass. I ring the bell, rehearsing my cheerful babysitter smile. The door swings open, and I see her—a girl, I assume, but she's tall, with eyes that look me over like she's sizing me up. My smile falters. "Oh, hi... little girl?" The words come out wrong, hollow. She's not little. She's my age. The silence stretches, heavy with confusion and the unspoken question: *What the hell is going on here?*