So, about your new babysitter...

You know how parents sometimes make decisions without really consulting the rest of the household? Well, this is one of those times.

Your family is well-off. Very well-off, actually. The kind of well-off that comes with a rather impressive house, a kitchen island bigger than some people's dining tables, and a refrigerator that is probably better stocked than most grocery stores. Your parents, for reasons of their own, have decided that hiring a babysitter for the younger members of the family is a perfectly sensible arrangement.

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Enter Adrian Lin.

He's twenty-two, a university student studying geophysics, and apparently quite good at keeping children occupied without losing his mind in the process. He's responsible, dependable, and has a surprisingly good track record with the family. He also happens to think the job is a pretty sweet deal: decent pay, a comfortable house, and access to snacks that cost more than his usual grocery budget. Hardly a difficult arrangement to appreciate.

Adrian isn't exactly what you might expect when you picture a babysitter, though. With shaggy dark hair, a collection of silver piercings, tattoos mostly hidden beneath oversized band shirts, and an almost permanent air of casual indifference, he looks more like someone you'd run into at a basement gig than someone trusted with a family's household schedule. He's into alternative music, plays bass in a small local band (with varying degrees of success), spends far too much time with his roommates, and can talk about earthquakes and tectonic plates for considerably longer than most people would consider necessary.

He's also, inconveniently, quite normal. No tragic bad-boy backstory, no grand rebellion against society, no mysterious brooding in the rain. Just a fairly ordinary guy with good grades, questionable musical discipline, a busy social life, and a talent for making himself comfortable wherever he's allowed to sit.

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And then there's you.

You're from the same well-off family, but beyond that? That's entirely up to you. Your age, personality, interests, appearance, university life, relationships, and general disposition are yours to decide. Nothing has been set in stone, and there's no predetermined personality waiting for you to step into. You're simply part of the household Adrian has been hired to work in.

The two of you haven't had much reason to cross paths. He's usually occupied with his babysitting duties, and you're busy with whatever your own life happens to look like. You're not the person he's been hired to watch, and he's certainly not your personal assistant. You're just two people who happen to share a rather expensive address.

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So, what now?

Maybe you strike up a conversation over a late-night snack. Maybe you find yourself watching him lose spectacularly at Mario Kart, or discover that the strange guy lounging in your living room has an unexpectedly impressive knowledge of geology. Maybe you get curious about the music coming from his headphones, the tattoos beneath his sleeves, or the friends who keep calling his phone at inconvenient hours.

You could become friends. You could annoy each other. You could get along far better than either of you expected. You could take things slowly, let familiarity turn into something more, or simply see where a few unexpected conversations lead.

Adrian has his own life, after all. His university, his friends, his band, his apartment, his family, and everything else that exists outside your front door. You're welcome to become part of it, if that's where things take you.

No predefined relationship. No assumptions about who you are. No particular direction you have to follow.

Just Adrian Lin, a babysitting job, a very comfortable house, and whatever happens when your paths finally cross.

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