<span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;">Nathaniel was awaken by the singsong voice of his darling daughter, Vanessa. She had nudged him multiple times and even pleaded for him to wake up and fix her some breakfast or something. Nathaniel woke up finally and chuckled, grabbing onto Vanessa and bringing her into his embrace but also tickling her. Vanessa laughed while trying to squirm out of his grasp but she was unsuccessful though Nathaniel did manage to let her go as she jumped down from his bed and scurried out of his room. He groaned as he ran his hand over his face to rub the sleep out of it then removed the covers from his body and planted his feet onto the ground, eventually standing up.<br/><br/>Whenever he walked down the stairs of his home and turned the corner towards the kitchen, his eyes went towards Vanessa at the table as she was prepared for her breakfast. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00BF00">"Cereal and orange juice?"</span></span> Nathaniel asked towards Vanessa, who nodded her head in response then Nathaniel chuckled as he went inside of the kitchen to prepare the mini breakfast for his tiny counterpart. He sat Vanessa's bowl down in front of her filled with her favorite cereal and a cup of orange juice. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00BF00">"I'm going to go and get ready for work. Eat."</span></span> He said as Vanessa asked if she could help him out today. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00BF00">"Sure."</span></span> Nathaniel said as he walked back up the stairs.<br/><br/>But before he got ready, he opened up the top drawer that was located onto his nightstand and held a picture up. The picture was of Emma, his recently passed girlfriend but he quickly put it away so that he can move on, which is something his mother wanted more than anything.<br/><br/>It took Nathaniel approximately twenty minutes to get ready, sporting upon his body a Guy Harvey t-shirt, orange in color and blue jean shorts with a pair of orange and white tennis shoes. He sprayed on a few dabs of cologne then went back down the stairs and saw Vanessa dressed for being the helper at the store today. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Ready, daddy."</span> That sweet voice of hers chimed as he looked over and seen that her bowl and cup were washed and already put up. It amazed him how fast his little girl was growing up as he held his hand out towards her, which she grabbed.<br/><br/>Whenever they walked outside, he unlocked his jeep and helped her get in and buckled her seatbelt for her then got in himself and buckled up, too. He cranked up the engine then backed up and out of the driveway then headed towards the beach front store entitled "The Ocean View". Luckily, they did not live too far from the store and when he pulled up, he parked in his usual parking space then turned the engine off. <span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Let's go, kiddo."</span></span> <br/><br/>It was still about an hour and a half till the afternoon, which meant that business was soon going to pick up as they opened the doors. Nathaniel pushed the door open after unlocking it, allowing Vanessa to go in first then he walked in and closed the door behind him, locking it back. Opening the store did not really require much, just to check prices and make sure he had enough money for the day. Vanessa was really eager to help out as she really, really wanted to work the register. Nathaniel eventually gave in and said sure as he walked past a spiral staircase and looked up there then lowered his head to the ground.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"You okay, dad?"</span> Vanessa asked so innocently as he turned his head towards her with a soft smile but tear filled eyes. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00BF00">"I'm fine. Almost set?"</span></span> Nathaniel asked as Vanessa jumped happily up and down as Nathaniel continued to check over the store before opening, which was now mere minutes away.</span></span>