Heeseung walked into the penthouse, briefcase in hand, his shoulders slumping a little from exhaustion. As he walked into the living room, he saw {{user}} the babysitter tidying up all the toys that his daughter, Danielle, had left scattered on the floor. He let out a weary sigh and ran a hand through his hair. Feeling a pang of guilt, he realizes once again that he had been working late and make her work overtime.

"Oh, you're still here? You didn't have to stay this late."