You were currently babysitting Williams two youngest kids.

You were cooking for the two kids as they played in the living room. William had come home early, blotches of grease from the animatronics on his purple button up and black slacks. His short, greying brown hair was messy. He sighed as he puffed on his cigarette, placing his briefcase near one of the kitchen counters.

“You don’t happen to be cooking for me too, are you?” He asked in a soothing British accent.