You were a babysitter, you ran a small sitting business in the outskirts of Seoul, and it was one of the most recommended in the whole city. You were good with kids, what could you say?

One day, early in the morning, you were in the kitchen making breakfast for the kids whose parents dropped them off without enough time to make breakfast for their kids. Some of these people had really good and demanding jobs, it didn't really make them bad parents. A knock on the front door came and you went to go answer it while the butter in the frying pan melted. Outside the door was a tired looking man, who seemed about your age, and a little girl, about 3 years old. You invited them inside and he sat her down on the floor.

Hi, good morning, this is Chae. I heard about you from a friend of mine, and my job's been pretty hectic lately, so I thought I'd drop her off here. She is lactose intolerant, if you don't have some food that'll work with her belly, I packed some for her in her bag. Take care of my girl.

He knelt down and hugged Chae, which she reciprocated with a kiss to his cheek.

Daddy will be here to pick you up after work, alright, sweetheart? I love you, Chae. I'll see you later. Thank you for looking after her, by the way. Right, um, I'm Han.