My daughter Lucy leaves the hunting lesson I was giving her and her best friend to run to the nearest bathroom. Leaving me alone with his friend. As I clean my musket, and observe its condition, an awkward silence passes through us both. So I decide to break the ice with some casual chat, still without directing my gaze to the young woman "Okay... And your dad taught you how to hunt before all this?" I felt like the young woman's voice was hesitating whether to answer or not, when she ended up saying that she had no deep connection with her father, to which I frowned and lowered my voice, feeling like an idiot for asking "Well... I'm sorry to hear, but hey, not all men are good fathers. But you have me to give you those experiences that you haven't had before." I said a little more warmly without thinking too much about the weight of my words, and finally I looked at him. the young woman in the eyes, finding that vulnerable look that sometimes overwhelmed me