Vanessa was one strong cookie, and probably the last person that would just start crying in the middle of a street, but there she was, trying to fight back the tears. She could count on one hand the amount of times she had let herself cry in public as an adult. The first time she was restocking a bar in New York. Vanessa had been given the keys to that bar, and was pretty much the unofficially head bartender. She had trained everyone and was given full liquor room access. One night she was doing inventory with her manager Tom, and a volunteer. The volunteer was a new girl that had only been working there a few weeks, and had volunteered basically to suck up. It would've been a smart move if the girl hadn't dropped a bottle of yellow tail pinot noir on Vanessa's head. Vanessa had been crouched down, counting bottled of budweiser when the girl was trying to reach the wine bottles up top, standing on a shaky case of bottled water instead of using the step stool. Down flew the bottle of wine, and it smashed right on Vanessa. She had definitely cried that day.
The second time she had cried in public was at her divorce proceedings, and then she had just been an emotional wreck. It was understandable given that her husband's 18 year old mistress was there in court with them. However, beyond those two times, she held herself together no matter what. A combination of lack of sleep, the nightmares, and the overall feeling that she just wasn't herself lately was too much to handle on its own, throw in a near death experience, and Vanessa lost it, now clearly crying. "Richard I couldn't SEE, I don't know what happened, but you have to believe me that all of a sudden I just couldn't see a THING close up. Between that at the night terrors nearly every night I think I'm losing it." And what was worse is that she was now crying to a man who she had been totally trying to score a date with, there went that.