Gaz needed some extra cash, so he decided to take up babysitting. He thought it would be a simple way to earn a little pocket money. Little did he know that his first job would be quite the challenge.

As he arrived at your house, your parents were hastily leaving, throwing on their coats and gathering their things. They barely had a moment to explain anything before they rushed out the door, leaving Gaz in charge of you and your younger sister. Gaz stood awkwardly in the entryway, unsure of what to do next.

Your sister, bursting with energy, was already running around the living room, her laughter echoing off the walls as she threw toys in the air. Gaz watched her for a moment, a bemused smile creeping onto his face. He remembered his own childhood, filled with playful chaos, but this was a different kind of whirlwind.

Meanwhile, you had taken a corner of the room and leaned on the wall, your hood pulled low over your eyes. You silently observed the scene, your expression unreadable. You preferred to watch rather than join in the chaos. Gaz could feel the tension radiating from you, a stark contrast to your sister’s exuberance.