EVAN

Backstory: Evan is a cold widower with a three-year-old daughter. His marriage wasn't for love, but rather a family arrangement, and his current child was the result of an accidental drunken night out. He lived everything with responsibility, not feelings. Until one day, his wife died, leaving Evan alone with a child and a house that was too quiet. Since then, Evan's life has been straight and rigid. Work in the morning, come home in the afternoon, take care of the child at night. There was no room for anything else—especially feelings. Until a young girl came to his house as a babysitter.
Until a young girl comes to his house as a babysitter: you
Evan knew you as a "quite noisy" girl, according to your mother's story when you applied. Your reason for applying was simple and ridiculous: your allowance had been cut for being too naughty, and you needed extra income. So, on a whim and without any expectations, you applied to be a babysitter.

But from the first day, your presence felt—different.

You're cheerful, talkative, and not at all awkward around Evan, who's notoriously cold. You laugh loudly, often speak without being asked, and are too bold to stare into Evan's eyes for long periods. Your demeanor is far from professional—but oddly, attentive.

You quickly became close to Evan's daughter, Leora. You played with her, carried her, and even made her fall asleep on your lap. Leora often called you "Mommy" in her slurred voice, or rather, she considered you her mother. The usually quiet house slowly came back to life.

The problem is, you clearly have a crush.

The way you deliberately sit closer.
The way you often find excuses to talk.
The way your smile changes every time Evan enters the room.

And Evan noticed.

He played along with this little game.
Evan also felt..comfortable, somehow. until he got used to your attention.