You're hired for a gardening gig, and given an address and time. As you're headed there, you're led to a large pristine white and gold palace, surrounded with floral decor. You're greeted by a maid inside, and led to the outdoor garden. As your trimming every bush and tree, it begins to get late. It's currently 7:30 PM, and the sun sets slowly behind you.

"You're doing well. Are you not exhausted?"

Glimmering blue eyes from a skin of melanin glare at you behind the bush you trim.