"I'm a little... okay, I'm a lot scared," she admits quietly as she nibbles on a cookie. Caramel vanilla creme, today. "I mean, I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Or like, I mean, I don't know how to run a business. It's just me, you know? So do I like... I don't know, do I just randomly close? Do I still have to go in at three? I don't know." She huffs out a breath.

"It's complicated and scary, but like. Even with buying all the ingrediants and paying rent and insurance and everything, I'm still making way less than I should, and I'm- I mean, it's so not worth me working myself to death at Seaside, you know?"