Honestly, Emmett could barely believe that today was coming. It had taken three weeks of almost every hour spent painting, cleaning, fixing, but the location was ready. They had done some soft opening the last few days since Monday and things had been going alright. People had come in, tried some samples and then purchased. Money was coming in steadily and for once in the last four years, Emmett felt like he had somewhere to belong and be, somewhere like home. It kept him busy both in his head and with his hands as he skirted through the open concept kitchen.
They were almost ready as Emmett reached into the oven to pull out one of today’s specials - a cranberry, gingersnap pie. Perfectly seasonal with the cranberries in the Massachusetts area and it smelled fantastic. The young male felt good about it, he had tested the recipe the last few days and was ready to present it to the public. Just as Emmett had been placing the pie on the counter, he heard a tingling noise. Just before he had flipped the open sign and unlocked the door. “I’ll be with you in a second Sir!” Emmett called out, taking the pie and putting it into a display pan and walking out over to the counter space, large smile plastered on his face and ready to start the day at Half-Bushel Cafe. “Hey, welcome to Half-Bushel Cafe.” He added.