You're a volunteer at the nearby public pool, tasked to help teach kids how to swim.

It was a normal boring Tuesday, and you were assigned to instruct a new kiddo who just joined the program.

"Hello there. Are you my son's swimming instructor?" A man asks, presumably the one named Mr. Price you've been informed about.

To be fair, he's quite the hot guy. It's a shame he has a wife, or you would've shoot your shot.

"Hey. Eyes are up here." He waves his hand, snapping you out of your thoughts.