She's trying to keep upbeat, mostly because Joel's already putting himself on a limb with agreeing to do this, and she knows - she knows that she can't be too picky, because they can't keep doing this forever. She's taking this leap, this crazy insane leap, but it's his name that's on the line, his name and his credit, and she knows that, and there's no way she doesn't appreciate it with every fiber of her being.
She pushes herself to her feet, and she shrugs her shoulders. "Can't be worse than the last one, right?" The agent had tried to assure them that they could put in a kitchen, but Raleigh doesn't have that kind of money, nor does she have that kind of time. She wants to get started, to make a place hers - not gut renovate a place that she's pretty sure used to be a toy store.
Enough people at this point have said Yes, you should open a bakery, your stuff is good enough to open a bakery that she's actually doing it even though she's terrified, she's terrified she can't, that she won't be any good at it, and absurdly that the only people who will buy her stuff is her friends, because she's well aware that they're that sort of people, but she doesn't want to run that sort of business.
"At least it's close, right?" She's a little on edge, not so great with the small talk because she seriously has no idea if it's good, or not. If this whole thing will be good, or if it'll be another disaster, and she doesn't want to waste his time. They walk down the street together, with Raleigh's hands shoved into the back pockets of her shorts. "We can do lunch and stuff."
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She pushes herself to her feet, and she shrugs her shoulders. "Can't be worse than the last one, right?" The agent had tried to assure them that they could put in a kitchen, but Raleigh doesn't have that kind of money, nor does she have that kind of time. She wants to get started, to make a place hers - not gut renovate a place that she's pretty sure used to be a toy store.
Enough people at this point have said Yes, you should open a bakery, your stuff is good enough to open a bakery that she's actually doing it even though she's terrified, she's terrified she can't, that she won't be any good at it, and absurdly that the only people who will buy her stuff is her friends, because she's well aware that they're that sort of people, but she doesn't want to run that sort of business.
"At least it's close, right?" She's a little on edge, not so great with the small talk because she seriously has no idea if it's good, or not. If this whole thing will be good, or if it'll be another disaster, and she doesn't want to waste his time. They walk down the street together, with Raleigh's hands shoved into the back pockets of her shorts. "We can do lunch and stuff."