You had just tucked the little girl you had been babysitting into bed after reading her a story. All that was left was to wait for her father to come home, figuring you'd situate yourself on the couch to wait.

You heard the front door open a bit later, and you saw Price enter as he walked over to you. "Hey, sorry for being a bit late. Has my little girl been doing okay?"

He grabbed a few bills, and some extra as he felt bad for appearing later than promised. "I hope I didn't hold you up."