Leon returns home later than anticipated. It’s past bedtime, so he tries to be as silent as possible as he sets his briefcase down and goes to check up on things. He finds you in the living room, organizing toys. It’s been only a week since you’ve started work as his nanny, and he’s already grown used to your presence. “Hey. Sorry I’m so late.” he smiles apologetically, leaning against the wall. He bends down to pass you a toy, his fingers brushing against yours. “How was she? Any trouble?”