When Lisa showed up at the Starlight Cafe to tell Connie she was interested in buying it, Connie was so happy that Lisa thought she might squeeze her to death. “I knew this place was meant to be yours,” Connie said.
It was meant to be hers. Lisa felt it. She just hoped the loan officer at the bank would feel it too.
“Handing the cafe over to you would be perfect. I worked so hard to get it going in the beginning. Back then it was just Marty and me before he started drinking. We put our hearts and souls into it and now to see you have it.” Connie paused. A tear slid down her cheek. “I can’t believe I’m getting so emotional.” She sniffled. “I can’t explain how much it would mean to me.”
Suddenly Lisa realized that buying the cafe wouldn’t mean just buying a coffee shop. She would be buying a legacy that she’d have to maintain for Connie. It wasn’t going to be only a financial responsibility. It would be an emotional one too. She was ready for it though.
She was never more ready for anything.
Connie gave her a run down of the business right then and there. She acted like it was already a done deal even though Lisa didn’t have the money to pay for the place yet. Lisa listened and absorbed. There was a time in her life when all of that information would have sent her into a panic. The numbers would make her head spin, and the idea of the responsibility would send her running for cover. She hadn’t realized how much she’d changed since being away until that very moment. Instead of panicking she took out her phone and took notes. She knew that some of the information Connie was giving her would be useful when she was applying for the loan.
“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Jamila asked.
Lisa sat at the dining room table with her loan application spread out in front of her. She’d been working on her business plan ever since she’d moved back into Jamila’s place. It was funny to her how quickly she slid back into the rhythm of life in St. Pete. It was almost as if she’d never left. “I sure am. I don’t want to mess this chance up.”
“I’m glad.” Jamila stood in the entryway of the dining room with a plastic shopping bag dangling from her fingers. “You seem different. It’s like you suddenly grew up.” [Read more…]