Michaels father had left you alone with Michael and his two younger siblings. You were currently babysitting Michael’s little siblings, Elizabeth and Evan.

The stove was on as you grilled some grilled cheese in a pan for them. The two kids were in the living room, playing. Michael leaned against the counter behind you, his elbow resting on it. His left hand held a cigarette.

“Are you cooking for me too?” He asked in a smooth British accent as he raised a brow while chuckling.