Fairy Tales and Cappuccinos (Everyday Love #1) - Taylor Rylan Page 0,15
just now.
“Good morning, Mrs. White. How are you today?” I asked. Mrs. White was one of my grandmother’s oldest friends, and the fact that she was out in the cold had me a bit worried.
“I’m fine, Hudson. I need a new knitting book. Do you have any?”
I smiled because I kept a few crochet and knitting books for this very reason. Mrs. White wasn’t the only one in town who spent their afternoons reading or making things with yarn.
“I do. Let me show you,” I told her.
I led Mrs. White to the books I had on hand, and she happily started looking at them while I went back to the front of the store. Something I’d learned long ago was that none of my grandmother’s friends were quick about anything. Mrs. White would think about something else and then go searching for a book related to that, and then she would come and check out if she had found something that she really wanted.
The bell chiming had me turning toward the door, and I was surprised to see it was Sawyer back already. He’d only been gone fifteen or so minutes.
“Where exactly does your friend live? You weren’t gone long.” I still couldn’t help but wonder if they were more than just friends. It seemed odd that he would suddenly quit and come three and a half hours away to visit just a friend. And where exactly did he live? I had the address on his application, I’d just not memorized it yet. I needed to so I could see if I knew who his friend was.
“Umm, over on what’s-it street. I honestly don’t remember the address. He lives in that neighborhood on the edge of town. On the west side.” I thought I knew of the neighborhood. Cute little ranchers. And he was right, it wasn’t that far.
“Let me put my coat in the back and I’ll get to work. We can talk about your ideas, and then I’ll see what I can come up with. If you need me for something else, this can wait.”
Sawyer was gone again before I could respond. I had a feeling that was simply who he was. Always on the go and difficult to keep still.
Sawyer was back in no time and immediately joined me behind the counter and opened his laptop. While it booted, Mrs. White came up with a pair of books in her hands.
“Well, who is this?” she asked, looking directly at Sawyer.
“Mrs. White, this is Sawyer. He’s going to be helping around here.”
“Pft. Why would you need help? Silvia didn’t need help and you seem to be doing fine without Gracie around.”
I didn’t say anything because Mrs. White had no idea just how much I’d done for Grandma. Or how much I helped. I simply smiled as I rang up her books and then bagged them while she counted out the exact change. Her purse must have weighed more than it should, and if she’d just use the bank card I knew she had, it wouldn’t have been nearly such an ordeal to check her out.
“Is there anything else you needed?” I asked as I handed her a paper bag with her books in it. Mrs. White looked at Sawyer and then at me before she pursed her lips and shook her head.
“No. Nothing else. Thank you for the books. I’ll be sure to tell Gladys about the new selection.”
“Thank you. We appreciate any recommendations. Have a wonderful day, and please try to stay warm. It’s chilly out there,” Sawyer said and turned a megawatt smile at Mrs. White.
Mrs. White surprised me by smiling back before she turned and left. Once the door was shut behind her, I gave Sawyer my attention and saw that he’d already started working on a design that would certainly fit with the shop.
“Wow. That’s…where did you learn to do that?”
“I didn’t draw it. I used images that are available for purchase. This is all a mockup, and if you choose to use it, then you can purchase the license for the images.”
“Are they expensive?” I knew very little about images that could be purchased for use.
“Not overly. They can range from around ten to thirty dollars each. For your logo though, you will need to purchase a larger license, and it’ll cost more. But you can use it on everything. The sign, the bags, your website—anything.” Sawyer looked at me pointedly.