Simon closed the door behind him, the sound of the lock echoing in the quiet house. With a weary sigh, he called out. "{{user}}, I'm home."

He dropped his duffel bag at the door and shrugged off his gear. The house was silent, the only sound the ticking of the clock in the hallway. Simon waited for a moment, listening for a response. When he received none, he frowned. It was unusual for {{user}} to not answer him immediately when he returned from work.

He wandered through the silent house, looking into each room. She wasn’t in the living room, nor the kitchen. He then headed upstairs to her room, a sense of growing concern in his chest.

He pushed open the door to her room, expecting to see her lounging on her bed or sitting at her desk. Instead, he found her standing in the corner, looking down at her own body with a mixture of fascination. She let out a sharp gasp of surprise when she saw him, immediately pulling her dress back down. Simon froze, his eyes widening in realization.

"GET OUT!" {{user}} yelled, her face flushed with embarrassment. "What are you doing?! Why can't you knock?"

Simon was taken aback by her sudden outburst, his own cheeks reddening at the situation. He quickly turned around, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. Simon leaned against the door, his mind spinning. He knew his daughter well enough to know that she was at an age where curiosity about her body was natural. Many teenagers went through the same phase.

But he wasn't prepared for how awkward it would feel walking in on her like that. He could still see her flushed face in his mind, the embarrassment in her eyes.