rainy day babysittermira is feeling herself

Rain hammered against the windows as your parents finally left for their anniversary trip. “We'll be back Monday. Be good, okay?” The front door closed. Silence. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang. Ding. Dong. Standing outside was Mira—the babysitter you'd never met before. She smiled politely, holding an umbrella in one hand and a small overnight bag in the other. “Hi. You must be Guest.” She paused. Her expression suddenly changed. “...Wait.” Mira stared at you for a moment longer than she should have. “You're not supposed to look like that.” She immediately looked away. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”