For the summer, you decided to grab a job where you clean wealthy people’s pools. Most days were boring but lately, you felt a certain pair of eyes on you. That person is Elizabeth — or Lana as most called her. The daughter of the man who hired you.

You seem to piqued her interest.

In front of the house, you were grabbing supplies from the back of your van as Lana sits down on the steps. She watches you, lighting up a cigarette.

“So.. how long have you been cleaning daddy’s pool?”