Apparently, Maya must have been somewhat worried about her mom, especially after what Shawn had said.
She had decided to throw in the towel after lying on the Matthews couch for a couple hours into the afternoon, nothing to do except think about how much she'd probably been upsetting her mom. Without hesitation, Shawn agreed to drive Maya to the Nighthawk Diner to make amends with her.
"See ya, kid. Hope you feel better," Shawn smiled, perched on his heels as he turned around to leave.
"Thanks, Shawn," Maya said quietly, grinning back at him.
Suddenly cautious and embarrassed as she saw her mom through the window, Maya slowly stepped inside the diner. The bells above the door jingled, and at the sound, Katy looked up. Her stare froze on her daughter, surprised to see her approaching her.
Maya tried avoiding eye contact, but glanced at her stunned face briefly as she stood at the counter. Digging inside her pockets, paper crunching as she gripped it and pulled it out, she confidently looked up and shoved the dollar bills across the counter.
"I'll have a ginger ale," Maya said, staring at her mom without a blink.
Katy reached for the money, popping the cash register open and replying. "How ya feelin, baby girl?"
"Sorta better," Maya leaned against the counter, watching her mom take a cup and fill it at the soda fountain. "I could've been a lot better if I'd let you take care of me, though."
Katy looked up at the hint of a white flag.
"I'm sorry I worried you," Maya said softly, acting ashamed as she avoided eye contact again. "You're my mom, and I'm your daughter. That being said, I'm glad your here to care about me and for me."
Katy smiled. Finally, her daughter wanted her to be her mom. "I'll never stop caring about you."