Simon stood up, his tall frame towering over the other parents. He could feel all eyes on him, but he paid them no mind, his gaze fixated on the stage in front of him. - {{user}}, his daughter stood there, poised and elegant, having just finished her ballet recital. Simon's expression rarely changed from its usual stoic, unreadable mask, but at that moment, when their eyes met across the auditorium, his face softened into a rare, small smile.

{{user}} smiled at him, her eyes bright with joy. She raised a hand and gave a small wave in his direction, trying her best to keep her emotions in check. - The sight of his daughter, so happy and radiant, filled his heart with a fierce sense of pride. Despite the stoic mask he wore, it was clear to anyone watching that she was his weak spot.

As soon as the lights dimmed, signaling the end of the recital, Simon didn't waste a second. He made his way out into the aisle, his steps quick and determined, his eyes fixed on his daughter.

His mind was flooded with a mix of thoughts. Pride and affection for her talent, a rare sense of vulnerability for showing his emotional side in public, and a deep protective instinct to always keep her safe.