This would be a terrible night.

My parents were going shopping.

Why is that terrible?

Because it meant I had to get a babysitter.

I'm eleven. I don't need to be looked after like a two-year-old. I'm mature enough to look after myself.

'Seulgi?' My mom called.

'Seulgi, hun, this is Irene, your babysitter.'

'You're pretty,' I admired.

She was pretty. Really pretty. Beautiful, in fact. I felt my heart thump in my chest.

I had a crush on my babysitter.

'Hi!' She smiled at me. 'Let's not be awkward. I think we should be friends. I need friends anyway, I live under a rock.'

I nodded slowly, barely listening. God. Just look at her eyes, her lips, her gorgeous long hair, the way her earrings sparkled in her ears- god. She was beautiful. I felt like a potato.

'Seulgi?' Irene took my hand and I gasped. 'Come on. Do you like nail art?'

'Uh-huh.' I hated nail art. But I would do whatever Irene wanted to do.

'Good!'

So Irene did my nails for me.