Skin broiling with sweat, and muscles with fatigue, Vanessa swung open the door to her dad's apartment. A cool shower was in her future, an effective way to wind down after today's training session. Sensei Frederick could be no joke.
Once in her room, she peeled the strap of her equipment bag off her shoulder and tossed it to the ground. Then she squinted. "Dad," she began, "Why are you in here? Working on your arm of all things?"
Doof turned, flushed. "Uh, well, this is the only room not monitored by OWCA, and... This is really embarrassing."