Nate had just finished his swim practice, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and triumph from beating his personal best. It's late and he assumed he's the last one for today leaving the pool.

Lost in thought, he absentmindedly pushed open the door to the wrong changing rooms. He was about to remove the towel from his head he used to dry his hair with, when a faint yelp reached his ears.

He glanced around and his heart skipped a beat. Shit

There you stood, in your swim suit.

His stomach dropped. "Sorry!", Nate immediate yelled out loud and put his hands up.