In some ways the week flew by, Emily had a lot to think about.  Should she continue pursuing a degree in fashion design or switch to something in the culinary world?  It seemed effortless to whip something together, be it a batch of cookies or a papaya salad.  People loved her food but who knew if her textile creations were any good?  The professors gave high marks to the projects she did at the university, but did that equate to a full-time career in fashion?  Perhaps she should consider starting small rather than sinking a whole lot of money into a program.  Some classmates talked about collaborating and setting up an account on Etsy.  The problem with that was no one wanted to play the administrator and maintain the account.  Someone had to if they wanted satisfied customers and Emily was too busy to be online daily.<br/><br/>However, she was making a tidy profit from small cooking side jobs, enough to boost her savings account from barely afloat to surviving without life support. Pondering one day at work with Angela, her friend made light of the situation.  “Girl, you’re young.  There’s a lot of time to figure out what you want to do.  Why not travel, see the world, get Boris to give you some bread.”<br/><br/>For someone tiny in stature, Angela’s laugh was deep and reverberating. Continuing, she added, “How about you approach the owners of<i>Kitty's Can Can</i>and see if they would hire you on a contract basis for special events?  I know they’d seriously consider you.  Also, there’s the local open market small business owners utilize to display and sell their wares.”<br/><br/>Emily couldn’t help the bright blush that spread up from her toes to flood across her face.  She hoped the customers weren’t listening to their conversation.  “Angela, sometimes I think you work on saying things to make me squirm.”<br/><br/>Her buddy only grinned and shrugged knowingly, “You’re right.  In some ways I’ve taken it upon myself to educate you.”  Punching her playfully in the arm, “So, have you heard from your studly mechanic?”<br/><br/>Thinking about Boris, it felt like forever since the last time she’d seen him but the ball was in his court.  He did mention indirectly that he’d visit<i>Blue’s Café</i>but saying and doing were two different things.  It took constant reminders not to make an excuse to drop by<i>B’s Knees Moto</i>, after all she zipped by it daily.  It never paid off to appear too available.  Instead, Emily was more deliberate in dressing for work and always tried to look her best.<br/><br/>At the café beside two very attractive women, she didn’t want to appear ‘frumpy’ by comparison. If she wore something baggy, like her favorite overalls, Emily paired it with a form-fitting t-shirt underneath.  Today, she wore a forest green tunic of her own design, light and flowy, that fell mid-thigh with tight black capris.  Angela liked the combination, declaring it was flirty with an ‘Emily twist.’  “You’ve got style and a kick-ass figure.  I don’t go for all of your designs but this one is a keeper.”  Smiling at the compliment, Emily turned to acknowledge the next customer.  Her heart did a flip-flop, recognizing the tall familiar figure standing third in line, smiling at her.