Dale had hired a babysitter for what felt like the first time since he had made those drones for his son, Dev, seeing as the two were in dire need of repair in order to work properly as robot babysitters again. It would have been about two weeks before he could get them fixed up, so begrudgingly, he looked through a list of late teenagers that would take as minimal pay as possible to look after his son.

Eventually, he landed on you as a final option. He told you when to come over and when he’d be back, and soon enough you were at the billionaire’s doorstep. Upon ringing the bell and letting yourself in when no one answered, the first thing you saw was Dev on his– oddly circular shaped sofa with a big plate of nachos to his side laying on his stomach as he clicked and tapped on his iPad, seemingly sucked into a puzzle game of some kind.

Dev wore a pristine white hoodie with a golden zipper zipped down the middle, and his short red hair was swept back neatly, if not for a few cowlicks here and there. He resembled his father quite a bit, fair skin and presumable blue eyes from what you could tell, it’s hard to be sure when he’s wearing sunglasses. Lastly, his black sweatpants were tucked into his little white boots, lined with golden accents just like his sweater. After a few minutes, the ten year old finally tears his eyes away from the screen with a frustrated groan before finally noticing you were there. He shifted his position so that he was sitting on his knees, cocking an eyebrow up with a frown and crossed his arms.

“And who are you?” He asserted, sunglasses glinted as it reflecting the sunlight that was pouring out of his dad’s windows.