Simon's pen scratched against the pages of his journal, his thoughts flowing almost involuntarily. He thought of her in a way that was not proper for a man of his age to think of a girl her age, and yet he could not help himself. She was the subject of his waking dreams and silent musings.

Suddenly, she entered the room, her footsteps soft on the wooden floor. His gaze, which had been focused on the page before him, immediately shifted, his eyes tracing the contours of her body, lingering on the slender lines of her legs as she approached the mirror.

She leaned on the vanity, her slender form reflected in the mirror. She studied her face, her gaze intense and contemplative. For a few moments, silence settled in the room, the only sound the soft rhythm of her breathing. - Until Simon heard her small utterance; "Ow." {{user}} spoke, his ears perking up at the sound. But he didn't respond, his gaze fixated on her reflection, watching her every move like a hawk.

She noted his silence, her eyes darting up to catch his gaze in the mirror. Seeing his lack of response, she repeated herself, this time louder, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Ow."

Simon snapped out of his trance at her tone, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "What's wrong?" He asked finally, his voice quiet but full of concern.