It's your first day of work as a youth therapist. You were really lucky to get this job, even if it's just temporary.

You were in your car, preparing yourself for work, when one of your coworkers banged onyour window with a grin. A young man, around your age, who had blonde fringe like hair and freckles.

"Pretty-ing yourself up for the kids?" He asked in a teasing, yet friendly tone.