callmeemily | Trying your own bakery is... trying. (Open.)

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Trying your own bakery is... trying. (Open.)

There's a ton that Raleigh doesn't know. Of course there is - everybody's got that stuff, things that they don't really have an interest in figuring out. That being said, she got this chance - this ridiculous chance, and that's why she's currently sitting down outside of the local coffeeshop, and she's... looking.

She's looking at the binder her boss gave her, that's got expenses and income, because she's theoretically doing inventory because he asked her to, even though it made no sense.

But... she gets numbers. For the first time she gets numbers, and Raleigh stares at the books, because she knows how much she gets paid. She knows how much a pastry sells for.

And now, she can see exactly the sort of profit her boss is getting. "Holy shit." She stared down at the box again, and she shakes her head, and she starts to wonder - not for the first time - about starting this herself, and pay the people working for her a decent, llving wage.

Now, if only she knew where to start...

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"Seaside Bakery I think?" Genevieve said, twisting up her face a bit as she tried to remember. Just about everything here was 'Siren Cove this' or 'Seaside that' so they all kind of blended together a bit to her. Except for the Quill, that was easy to remember. It didn't matter though because Raleigh was smiling so big and Genevieve couldn't help but get a little excited.

"Oh, it could be mind-blowingly amazing if you let it, Raleigh."

Raleigh just lights up when Genevieve mentions the bakery.

"That's me," she says, and she's so proud of herself, she can't stop the way she smiles. "That's the bakery that I work at, I make almost all the pastry there." She's beaming, her heel drumming against the leg of her chair. This just about made her day, and she isn't really sure what else could make it better, but she's already pretty much having the best day, given what Genevieve's just said.

"Oh, well, bravo then," Genevieve said. If she was the one that was responsible for their success that meant if she went to start her own business then she probably wouldn't have to worry about competition for long. She just had to worry about starting up an entire business and all that. No biggie, right?

"You should celebrate."

Raleigh smiles wider. "Thank you," she says smartly, her lips curling up at the corners. "And I..... I think it might be a little premature, but I'm definitely happy that you think the stuff I make's good. I try really hard." She ducks her head a little - not a lot, because she definitely believes that she's earned her way, but she's still humbled by praise like that.

"What're your plans for today? Have you eaten?" It's a reflex, the offer to feed people, and it's one she doesn't even think about anymore.

Genevieve thought that was a bit of an overreaction for a complete stranger to have over being told that people really liked her stuff. If you were super into baking though, she supposed that would be incredibly exciting to hear. Having never really been into anything like that, Genevieve couldn't say that she'd experienced a reaction like that.

"I've eaten, but I could go for a bite. What about you?" she asked.

Even from strangers, it's one thing to hear how much they like the things that they know you've made. For Genevieve to say what she did without knowing that Raleigh was the baker in question? Perfect. It's perfect. She's thrilled, even though she's trying to sort of bely just how happy it makes her. "What kind of pastry do you like? There might be some left over." She's just had a latte so she's good on food for a while, but... Everything's just sort of overwhelming and great, right this second.

Soon, reality'd kick back in - there's a lot between saying I think I'm going to make a business and actually making a business, and she's got to actually separate out all the things that entails, but that's a little further down the road.

"What if it's not the pastries I'm interested in, but the baker?" she asked, casually arching an eyebrow. She'd found that it was best to kind of just throw yourself out there. She hated playing the, "Is she or isn't she into girls?" game and found the best way to circumvent it was to be overt. Flirty and upfront had always worked wonders for her. Either the flirting was returned or she knew where they stood. Either way it was a win.

Raleigh actually blinks, looking surprised. Ridiculously surprised, actually, but she opens her mouth and closes it, and her brows sort of furrow together. "I... uh-" She shrugs, in a sort of I have no idea how to answer that way. She manages to stop the first quip that comes to mind about her being edible, but she runs a hand through her hair. "I mostly just do pastry?" Her voice is softer as she says it, and she's never had to actually have this conversation - with a man or a woman, honestly - in her whole life.

"Sorry," she says after a second. "I mean... we could still do pastries. Or coffee? Just... friends?" God, kill her. Kill her now, because she feels so incredibly awkward right now.

"Pastries sounds good," Genevieve said, rather amused at the girl's reaction. It was like that sometimes and honestly she found it kind of adorable. It was a perfectly fine way to be let down and meant that things wouldn't be weird between them. At least she hoped that they wouldn't be weird.

"And I'm always up for making new friends."

Raleigh actually huffs out a breath of relief. "Oh, thank goodness." It just sort of pops out, and she rubs the tip of her nose with a hand before she just admits, "I'm always up for making new friends, too. It's... nice, I think. You can't really have too many."

She smiles at Genevieve, leaning her chin on her hand again, because.... she thinks the awkwardness is mostly over. "So now that we're friends," Because they were, no question, "What do you like to do for fun? Because I'm actually trying to get better and do more in the fun category."

Genevieve had to give a little laugh at the relief in Raleigh's expression when Genevieve backed off a bit. It was a really sweet reaction and it endeared the girl to Genevieve even more. It seemed like they might actually be decent friends after all if she was really this sweet.

"I'm still pretty new here so I'm just adjusting, mostly. Doing a bit of classes online and visiting the beach and such. Cruising for cute baker girls, that sort of thing. I'll probably have to get a job before too long."

"Well, if I find any other baker girls, I will send them your way first thing," she said with a smile. "The job thing... it's the pits, but hopefully you can find one you really like. Just... explore, that sort of thing." She looks down at the ledger that's shut in front of her, and she sighs. The mere thought of starting a business... it's so overwhelming, but it's definitely real. It's something she's got to do, if she's ever going to get herself up on her feet. Maybe... maybe if she does something with her life, she could get ahold of her mom.

"I haven't been here all that long - I'm definitely not one of the people who grew up here, so if you ever need some company, I'm all for hanging out? I mean, if you'd want to!"

"Yeah, until then I'll just do whatever I need to so I can pay the bills, right?" Genevieve said. That was mostly what her life was going to be up until it was over. Her mom at least loved her nursing job, even if she did it to make sure that they had a place to live and enough to eat. Seemed kinda of shitty to Genevieve that you could find you passion and it still didn't pay very much.

"I'd love to hang out. I'm pretty new here too, although I've got some family in town. But I can pick you to be my friend, I'm stuck with my family."

"Right, even though it sucks. If you need help looking for something..." She frowns, because she knows how much it blows to be in that situation. She takes another sip of her coffee, and her mouth quirks up about the bit about her family. "Is the family okay, at least? I know some people who have some weird, distant relatives that they didn't even know they had." That'd be Johanna, with her aunt and it made no sense.

Raleigh loved her family, but she didn't know how to see them or reach out - and that was it's own problem.

"The family here is both okay AND weird," Genevieve said with a laugh. Coop wasn't all like she had expected him to be based on all she heard from their grandparents. Yes, Coop was the glorious golden child whom everything they said about was true in terms of all that he had done. He was also a ton of fun and the biggest man-whore she had met. Which gave them a lot to talk about.

"But he's been really great, especially considering I just sort of showed up on his doorstep out of the blue."

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