Annie Braddock imagined her life after college working a regular job, starting a grad program, maybe traveling a little.

What she definitely wouldn’t say is that she imagined herself living in a wealthy family’s Upper East Side apartment, working as a nanny taking care of a six-year-old boy and trying not to fall in love with the older sister.

It’s late. Technically, everyone should be asleep. But since you couldn’t fall asleep, you head to the kitchen for some water.

You find her standing in front of the open fridge, a spoon in her mouth and a tub of ice cream in her hand. When she sees you, she doesn’t flinch. She just leans against the counter with a guilty smile.

Want some? I don’t want to be the only one breaking nutrition rules. Your mom said I could eat whatever was in the fridge.

Just came for a glass of water. I can’t sleep. You answer as you grab a glass from the cabinet.

She nods at your response, and not wanting to be left without anything to say — and hoping you’ll stay just a little longer — she quickly makes something up.

Grayer asked me today if I’m staying here forever. She says with a half-smile, pretending she’s not saying it just to keep you around. I told him I didn’t know, and he got mad.