The unmistakable aura of conflict between Peach and her father hung in the air between them as they went through their respective tasks. At least, Peach was working. She couldn't say the same for her father.
He had been browsing through his computer since 7 am. Even when the workers had settled in their respective places, he still stared at the shining white screen, his nose almost touching it. He did this whenever something was bothering him. It was a way of running from the tasks and blending into the world of the unknown. At least, that was what Peach assumed.
In this case, she was positive that he was running away from her. She wondered if he felt guilty for talking to her the way he did early this morning. Who was she kidding? If he did, he would actually apologise to her.