I bid the last customers goodbye, holding the door open for them and immediately locking it shut and flipping the open sign to closed. I let out a deep sigh, completely exhausted from my nine hour shift and ready to collapse onto my bed.

"Anastasia! You can't leave until the entire counter is cleared and cleaned." My manager yelled from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at the tone in his voice, every order from him was laced with entitlement. Kyle is obnoxious to say the least, we never got along since the day Charlotte hired him.

There was a point in time when I loved working at the diner. But after years of my service and 12 managers later, I was ready to get out of here.

"Okay, Kyle." I muttered. I worked quickly, dipping the towel into the soap water before wiping down the counters. Thankfully, I'd already did the rest of the closing duties while the last customers were wrapping up the meal. After this, I am out.

I hated this place. The pay was absolute trash, not even to mention how I was treated here. "Just hold on a little longer till you find another job." I whispered to myself. I finished the last of my duties as quickly as possible, shouting a quick goodbye to Kyle and leaving before he could make me stay to do more.

I held my house key in my hand tightly as I started the walk to my apartment. I hated having to walk home after a night shift, I didn't live in the worst area but it definitely wasn't the best. Not even to mention just being a woman anywhere was scary enough. Not a night goes by where I'm not cat called or whistled at on the walk home.

Luckily, I didn't live too far from work. Since the old metal box of junk I call a car is in no condition to be driving right now, walking and taking the bus has been my mode of transportation. I didn't mind it though, walks helped me clear my head and helped me at least feel like I was getting in some sort of exercise.

"Anastasia! You're late, I thought you were supposed to be back at 9:30?" My roommate, Tina pouted at me as I entered our apartment. She was sprawled out on the couch, pausing whatever show she was watching.

I knew she would say something, Tina hates that I walk home this late at night so when I'm even 5 minutes late she gets a bit worried.

"Yeah, me too. A couple customers stayed a bit later after closing and then Kyle was being a pain, as usual." I huffed and fell on the couch, my body basically melted as soon as it hit the soft cushions.

"Of course. I thought you were quitting?" She squinted at me. I just shrugged, I've been planning on quitting the diner for a few months now, I just can't bring myself to do it. As much as I hated the job, I hated change more.

"It's not like it's that easy. I can't quit till I get another job, and nobody on this earth seems to want to hire me. All this talk about 'nobody wants to work 'yet nobody wants to freaking hire me." I sighed and closed my eyes, rubbing my temples softly.

Maybe I'm being too picky with my choices but I was done with retail. I never want to deal with customers complaining for no reason, nor do I want to deal with sexist, obnoxious managers ever again.

"You're so dramatic. That's not true, come on." She pulled my arm up and made me sit up, pulling me close to her. "Let's see what we can find online." She opened her laptop up and searched for hiring jobs in our area.

"Tina, I don't want another stupid job with a stupid manager that's gonna control treat me like Kyle does." I sighed. "I'm tired of working these minimum wage retail jobs! I want to do something in my field, something I enjoy. It's just so hard to find a job that will work with my school schedule."

I was behind on my degree, since I have to pay for all my tuition I've only been taking a few classes at a time, so I didn't have to drown myself in debt. Even only taking 3 classes, I've found it difficult to find anything that's willing to give me the pay and hours I'm looking for.

"What about a daycare then?" She suggested. I grimaced, knowing exactly how daycare workers are treated. Underpaid, overworked, mistreated.

"Or even better! Become a nanny!!" She shouted. "My cousin was a nanny for a couple years and she made a lot of money!" She started typing away on her laptop.

Tina pulled up a website specifically for nannies and babysitters to find families to work for and vice versa. There were hundreds of posts and profiles of families seeking help. Whether it be full time, part time, on call, occasional, live in, everything. Think of it as tinder but for childcare workers.

"Okay, where should we start... Let's filter out our options. Any specific ages?" She questioned. I laughed and grabbed the laptop from her, filling in all the requirements I was comfortable with, age, amount of kids, desired pay rate and such.

"Alright... Hannah Brown.. 3 kids, 4,5,8?" She looked at me, I shook my head. "Bryan Lucas, 2 kids, twins, newborn.." I shook my head quickly, newborns weren't for me.

"Okay.... Oh here! Harry Styles, 2 kids, 1 and 4? It says he's a single dad in desperate need of help." She handed me the laptop and I scanned the screen carefully.

Then there was a form/application to fill out attached to the bottom.

"It's worth a shot." I shrugged. "I've babysat on and off since I was in high school, plus the daycare experience I got after I graduated high school.. but it's a live in position." My voice trailed off, realizing that I'e never considered being a live in nanny before.

There's nothing wrong with live in nannies, it's just something that I've never considered. I always found it difficult to think that I would live in a house as a worker for a family that wasn't my own. Plus, I would leave Tina here alone, rent was already hard for us and the last thing I want is to make things more difficult for her.

"Anastasia look at his pay status. It has three dollar signs! That means he's willing to pay a lot. Who cares if it's a live in position? Just apply and see what happens!" She hit the back of my head before heading to the kitchen.

I know she has a point. I'm extremely desperate to get out of the diner and a nanny job honestly doesn't sound terrible. I would just have to put on my big girl pants and take the jump, living with complete strangers can't be that bad, right?

My eyes scanned over the screen again, looking over his requirements over and over again. Harry Styles, single dad of 2. Let's give it a shot.

"Alright Mr.Styles..."