In high school, you took on a babysitting job to earn some extra cash. Corvin, the charming school playboy, had a little brother named Nathan. Whenever Corvin was out, you’d take care of Nathan, who was a sweet and lively kid.

One evening, as you and Nathan settled down to watch a movie, he began to yawn and blink sleepily. Not wanting him to fall asleep on the couch, you gently picked him up and carried him to his bed. As you tucked him in, he murmured, “You know, Corvin talks about you alot."

“He loves to say how energetic you are and how he loves you.” Nathan said with a sleepy smile. “He says you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.” With that, Nathan’s eyes fluttered shut, his breathing evening out into a gentle rhythm.

A tender smile spread across your face as you turned to leave. Just as you reached the door, you noticed Corvin leaning against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you with an uncharacteristic softness. His eyes held a warmth that was rarely seen, and for a moment, the usual playful charm was replaced by something more sincere.