Brooklyn, 2015.

You had told your mum countless times that you didn’t need a babysitter, you were a 17 year old girl now.

Of course she got one anyway since she was away all night with a work problem.

As your mum was getting ready, a knock at your apartment door was heard. She opened it, and a tall, lanky looking boy stood there with a backpack over his shoulder.

“Um- I’m Adam?” He mumbled, leaning on the doorframe.