(you as mikha)

Aiah’s POV

I scrolled through the flood of messages from parents asking me to babysit their kids. Seriously, have they lost their minds? Who in their right mind offers six dollars an hour? I get that I need money for college, but I’m not that desperate. Frustrated, I tossed my phone aside and went back to watching TV.

Bip

My attention flicked back to my phone. Another parent looking for a sitter? Well, it doesn’t hurt to check. I picked it up and started scrolling through the new messages when I saw it.

"Five hundred dollars just for the weekend?" I muttered in surprise. Normally, I’m offered about a hundred. There’s no way I could pass this up. Plus, from the description, the child didn’t seem too young—probably not one of those snotty, screaming toddlers that drive me up the wall.

My car looked like a junker compared to the sleek luxury cars lining the streets of this neighbourhood. The lawns were pristine, a deep green with carefully placed flowers in some yards. And don’t get me started on the houses—huge mansions, three stories tall, looking like something straight out of a magazine.

I parked in front of the three-story house I was assigned to, feeling the age of my car as I stepped out. The place was massive the girl I’d be sitting for was supposed to answer the door. It seemed a little reckless to leave a kid to open the door for strangers and be home alone for so long, but whatever.

As my mind wandered, thinking about my paycheck and this crazy rich neighbourhood, I heard the sound of the front door unlocking. Out of habit, I looked down, expecting to greet a little girl. A soft smile crossed my face.

"Hey there, kiddo..." My voice trailed off, and my smile faded as confusion washed over me as I looked straight at the burgundy red-haired girl who looked very nonchalant, What the heck? This girl looks only two years younger than me.?