Do you regret it? No. Maybe. I don't know. Ask me in 6 months.
She looked up at him. Is it crazy that I'm more excited than scared? No, I think that means you made the right decision. What if I can't find a replacement? What if the company falls apart?
Then it falls apart. But that's not your responsibility anymore. You're allowed to let go. She stood and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face against his chest. How are you so calm about this?
Because I've had practice failing. You're just getting started. She laughed into his shirt. That's not comforting. It's honest.
They stood like that for a while, the sounds of the shop filtering through the office door. Marcus returned with coffee and tactfully disappeared again. Eventually, Vivien pulled back, wiping at her eyes. I should let you work. I just needed to see you.
You can stay. Marcus can handle the afternoon schedule. Really? Really? Come on.
He took her hand and led her to the small break room behind the office, a cramped space with a microwave, a mini fridge, and a table that had seen better decades. They sat across from each other, drinking terrible coffee from styrofoam cups, and talked about everything and nothing. Viven told him about the board members reactions, the mix of shock and disappointment and grudging respect. Told him about the moment she'd announced her decision and felt something break free in her chest, like she'd been holding her breath for 10 years and could finally exhale. Ethan told her about the shop's growing success, about Marcus' terrible jokes, and the customer who'd sent a thank you card for honest service.
Told her about Sophie's latest penguin obsession and Sarah's insistence that they have a proper family dinner soon. I'd like that, Vivian said. Meeting your family properly. Not just Sarah stopping by to drop off Sophie. Fair warning, Sarah will interrogate you.
She's protective. I can handle protective sisters. I can't handle board meetings anymore, apparently. But sisters, I can do. They talked until the shop closed until Marcus stuck his head in to say good night, and Ethan realized it was past 6.
They locked up together, Vivien watching as he went through the familiar routine of checking locks and setting alarms. I never asked," she said as they walked to their cars. "How much do you still owe me for the suit? " Ethan pulled out his wallet and handed her a stack of bills. $437. "That's everything. " She stared at the money. "You didn't have to pay me back so fast. " "I said I would.
The heart contract is paying well. I can afford to keep my promises. Keep it. Consider it a gift. Vivien, please let me do this one thing.
You've given me so much confidence, perspective, the courage to actually make a change. Let me give you this. He hesitated, then took her hand instead of the money. How about this? You keep the money and instead you come to dinner at my place tomorrow.
Sophie wants to cook for you. She's planning a menu. Sophie's eight. What's she planning to cook? Spaghetti with a side of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets.
She's very specific about her culinary vision. Vivien laughed. That sounds perfect. What time? 6:30.