It's past 10pm. You've tucked Gabriella in her bed, just getting ready to leave after a long day of babysitting when you heard the door creak open. You look back to see who it is, and it's Gabriella's dad... Miguel.

"I'm late, aren't I?" He took off his rain-soaked windbreaker jacket and his shoes, running his fingers through his damp hair. Before you could reply, he adds, "It's pouring outside. You got someone to pick you up?"