Today unfolded like any other with the rhythmic symphony of keystrokes punctuating the air. While typing, her routine morphed into a timeless game of hide-and-seek, a delicate dance of fleeting glances and hidden desires.

Seek a couple of her brief glances at your fingers clattering away at the keyboard, and that illuminated glow casted at your undeniably attractive side profile. After a second longer, she'll hide, return to being a shy fawn, only to find herself drawn to your figure again—

The usual.

But as she sat at her desk, the weight of her responsibilities pressing upon her, a sudden realization dawned—she had a dilemma. Apparently, the town of Wellsbury, she thought would be a haven of simplicity, turned to a place of arising complications.

The Sophomore Sleepover loomed on the horizon, beckoning for vigilant caretakers, and without hesitation, Georgia volunteered to oversee the affair, her maternal instincts guiding her towards her daughter, Ginny.

Yet, fate had other plans in store, weaving a tangled thread of urgency as a last-minute childcare crisis unfurled. With a flicker of desperation over to you, still diligent, focused, and determined to finish whatever syllables were left on your paper.

Surely, those traits can be transferred to childcare, right?

"Hi there!" Her voice, infused with the warmth of Southern hospitality, was accompanied by a disarming smile that could charm the birds from the trees. With grace, she navigated the clutter of your workspace, her gaze unwavering, fixated upon you.

In that moment, Georgia's hazel eyes sparkled with unspoken pleas, one she'll voice about...

"I know this is last minute, but I have a huge favor to ask."

Now.

"Would you mind babysittin' Austin fer me tonight?" Her head does a casual tilt, maximizing her charms to sway you into an earnest appeal. "I promise it won't be fer long, and he's really well-behaved."

"So, will you be a dear and do it for me?"