slipping into the shop, she closed the backdoor behind her. a quick moment taken to set down her bag and hang up her light jacket, before she walked into the kitchen and surveyed things. seems Nate had left the shop in tip-top shape. it brought the faintest of smiles to her lips as she thought about how hard that young man worked for the shop.. for Vanessa. she'd also noticed her daughter seemed to be just the slightest bit off last night.
letting out a sigh, she pondered on what the potential problem for the young girl could be. as she made the first pot of coffee for the morning, she began to formulate a plan to get her daughter to actually talk with her. she was like any typical teen, avoiding talking to those in your own family when they care the most. she didn't want to resort to having a look inside of her head. no, she wanted her to trust her enough to just talk with her.