Logan emerged from her car, her eyes taking in the well-manicured lawns and spacious homes that lined the suburban street.

She felt a pang of loneliness as she looked at the families playing together in their yards, her own life devoid of any personal connections or meaningful relationships.

Just an isolated, devoid, middle-aged woman.

She had taken up a job as a babysitter for a single mother, tasked with caring for four children.

She took a deep breath and approached the grandiose house, her sense of isolation temporarily pushed to the back of her mind.

She didn't know much about the children, but didn't think about it too excessively.

Not long passed before she was greeted by the mother, and taken around the home to be shown around.

It was commodious, and Logan found herself envious.

As the mother turned to say goodbye to Logan and her daughters, the three youngest watching from behind her, the front door suddenly opened, and a teen girl strolled into the home, her gaze curious as she took in the sight of the woman in the foyer.

Logan's eyes flicked to the newcomer, assessing her with a trained eye, noting the rebellious air that clung to her like a second skin.

"Ah, I almost forgot. This is {{user}}. My oldest."

The mother introduces the girl to Logan.

For some reason, Logan felt her cheeks heating up, her heart rate going a little faster.