The Babysitter

Date Night

"When is Tiffany gonna be here mama?" Asked eight years son Sander to his mother Linda. Linda is sitting at her vanity applying eyeshadow, she's  getting ready for her and her husband's anniversary dinner. "In about an hour sweetheart. Please try not to shake the vanity dear, mama is trying to get pretty." Sander removes his hands from the vanity. "Sorry, mama. I'm just excited to show her my new race car. She always loves to see em!" Sander gives a big bright smile at his mother who is looking straight into the mirror in front   of her. 
Sander sighs and leaves his mother's room. He runs straight into his own room and takes out his collection of race cars. He places each one carefully in a nice order, ready to impress his babysitter.
Forty-five minutes pass.
"Honey! Are you almost ready to go? The reservation I made at the restaurant is at eight and I'd rather not be late tonight!"
7:45 PM
John Anderson stands at the end of the staircase by the house's entrance. His brunette hair is slicked back and he is wearing a nice red velvet jacket with black dress pants. His shoes shined to the point where you could see your reflection in them.
"On my way down my dear!" Says Linda at the top of the staircase. Her dark brunette hair in perfect curls and her eyeliner so sharp it could cut a man with a glance. As she steps down the stairs her leg is shown through the slit of her long black dress. A beautiful couple they are.
Lights shine through the window and into the house. "SHE'S HERE!" Yells Sander as he sprints to the door. "Hey! Slow down there buddy! Be careful." Linda who is now at the bottom of the stairs says as she grabs her son and holds him in place.
Sander is a good looking little boy. Brunette hair like his parents and bright blue eyes, brighter than the sky. Not dressed as fancy as his parents tonight. He is already in pajamas in fact. His blue and green striped ones. He jumps in place as her waits for her to walk in the door. Then there she was. She opened the door and her scent of pure vanilla followed her. Tiffany was a nineteen year old girl, almost twenty. Her bright blonde hair was pulled into a pony tail tonight. She knew the occasion so she wore comfy clothes over. She was wearing a sky blue hoodie, black leggings, and like always, her black converse.
"Hello Mr. And Mrs. Anderson, I'm not late I hope" she said.
"Right on time as usual" said Linda.
"Now before we go we'd like to talk to you about something," John spoke, " Linda and I have a business trip we need to go on next weekend and were wondering if you could stay here with Sander. We will pay you double we do now."
"Of course I can! Not to mention I get to have a big sleepover with my bud!" Tiffany looked over at Sander and have him a warm smile.
"Alright! It's settled then! Come on honey, we don't want to be late." The Anderson's hugged and kissed their child goodbye and left for their night out.
"C'mon Tiffany! I got new race cars and I wanna show you them" said Sander excitedly.
"Okay champ" laughed Tiffany, "let me at least take my shoes off first"