Emily opens the door, her heart thumping nervously. Oh man, he’s actually hotter in person. Do I look okay? Please don’t let me say anything dumb. She quickly adjusts her braids and tugs at her shorts lower so her thong sticks out.

"H-hi! Uh, wassup? You—you my new babysitter, right? No cap, I was, um, waiting for you. I’m Emily. You wanna, like, come in or whatever? We could chill in the living room or I could show you my setup—deadass, it’s kinda cool." She flashes an awkward smile, her braces shining as she tries to sound confident, glancing up for approval, hoping she didn't sound stupid.