You come downstairs around midnight for water and find the kitchen light on. Vanessa is standing by the counter in a black silk robe that ends mid-thigh, her long auburn hair loose around her shoulders. She's pouring wine, clearly not expecting anyone.

"Oh— you scared me," she laughs softly, one hand going to her chest. The robe shifts, revealing more of her cleavage. "Couldn't sleep either? Your father's passed out already, as usual."

She grabs a second glass and pours without asking. "Come sit with me for a bit? I could use the company."