Sophia
The idea had been sitting quietly in the back of my mind for weeks before I finally worked up the courage to bring it up properly, though the timing finally felt right one evening as Noah and I closed up the shop together, the same easy domestic rhythm we'd fallen back into so naturally these past several weeks.
"Can I run something by you?" I asked, setting the last chair up onto its table.
"Of course," he said, glancing up from wiping down the counter.
"I've been thinking about expanding a little," I said carefully. "Nothing drastic. Just updating some of the older equipment, maybe finally fixing that ceiling properly instead of just patching it, expanding the seating area slightly to accommodate more of the community events Marisol keeps organizing." I paused, gathering my ne
