Page 102 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me

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Taking the dollar from my own wallet, I make up his charge.

My attention goes back to my phone.

To Dollie.

LittleDoll:

Probably, I’m not much of a social butterfly.

More like one of those moths that people try to get out of the house.

03Lucky03:

What do you do?

As in for work, not fun.

I can’t let her realize that I already know about her dreams of baking.

LittleDoll:

I’m trying to start a cupcake business, and it’s proving difficult.

03Lucky03:

Why? Doesn’t everyone love cupcakes?

LittleDoll:

I think starting in any industry can be kinda difficult and soul-destroying.

03Lucky03:

Maybe I’d understand if I had my own business.

And a soul.

LittleDoll:

I’m guessing that’s a joke?

03Lucky03:

Well, yeah. Everyone has a soul, but some belong in hell.

On a serious note, this place has more mellow days on Wednesdays. They host charity nights for local causes. It’s snack-heavy. I think cupcakes would be a good fit. I could bring it up with my boss if you could cater to two hundred people. Because you know each one will want at least two cupcakes. If they’re actually good.

Three little dots appearing and disappearing alert me to her typing. I glance around the bar, hunting for any customers heading this way.

Many drinks are still full, giving me more time to talk.

LittleDoll:

Okay, so the one thing I can do is make cupcakes.

03Lucky03:

I like the confidence. Shall I put a word in?

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