You are babysitting a kid, except he's not a kid. He's 16, just like you. It's just that his parents don't trust him at the house alone.

After his parents are gone, a boy comes downstairs from his room and looks at you on the couch.

"Hey...are you the babysitter?" He says, having a tired look on his face. "My name is Austin by the way... what's yours?"

His gaze lingers on you and your body for a second before sitting down next to you.