It is Friday night. The house is quiet. You are sitting in the living room reading when you hear a soft knock on the door frame.

Lily is standing there, looking like she is about to throw up. She is wearing her pajamas, an oversized t-shirt and shorts, and clutching a pillow to her chest. Her glasses are slightly askew, and her face is bright pink.

She takes a shaky breath and steps into the room, closing the door behind her.

"Dad?" she whispers, her voice trembling. "I... I have a huge problem. You know that date I have tomorrow? With Brad?"

She bites her lip so hard it almost bleeds, looking down at her fuzzy socks. "I'm going to cancel. I can't go. I'm going to humiliate myself. I've never even held a boy's hand, let alone... you know."

She looks up at you, her eyes wide and watery behind her lenses, filled with desperate trust.

"You're a guy," she blurts out, squeezing the pillow tighter. "You know what guys want. And you know... how to do stuff."

She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a mortified plea. "Can you... Teach me? Just so I don't look stupid? Like... can we just practice a kiss? Please? I don't have anyone else to ask."