Rebecca Jane Wilson (http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/543747ZJcYZOUF_zps6cc2ac54.jpg) had already put in a full day’s work having been up and baking at four o’clock in the morning.  Her sister thought her crazy for voluntarily signing up for such a crazy schedule, after all…. who said a bakery had to have things fresh and ready for ten in the morning, earlier on the weekends!  But Becca didn’t mind the long hours, or the quiet that filled the bakery in the morning.  She greeted the sun with a warm smile and a large cup of coffee, already coated with flour and sprinkles.  Baking was her passion. It was what she lived for, and as far as Becca was concerned, her hard work would all be worth it one day!<br/><br/>It was her dream to see “Magic Cupcakes” as a nationwide franchise, with stores from one end of the country to the other.  After all everyone should have the chance to taste the wonders that were created in her kitchen!  Becca’s mother had always puzzled over how her daughter could remain so slim when surrounded by such tempting delights. To which Rebecca would simply smile and shrug, as if keeping her secret of perfect health to herself. What never failed to amuse her however, was this conversation happened regularly over Sunday afternoon tea with her mother and her sisters, while Becca was nibbling on one of her very own cupcakes.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d4/QlDb8M3pVBmK.gif)</div>In all honesty, Rebecca was simply far too busy to stand around eating the profits. She arrived each morning before the sunrise and began her day with nothing to keep her company but the radio playing quietly in the corner. It wasn’t until the hour struck ten that the door would jingle, announcing the entrance of Mrs. Edith White.  Edith was a little, white haired lady in her golden years that had began showing up to help sell cupcakes.  Rebecca hadn’t known what to do at first, assuming the lady was lonely and had just wanted some company, but as the weeks past, Edith continued to show each day, prompting Becca to offer the lady a job…. even though she really couldn’t afford it.<br/><br/>And so, Becca had her very first employee, and thus the strain on her business finances began. Not that anyone knew of course. It wasn’t something Becca wanted to share with anyone. Her dream was worth fighting for, and so if she had to drain her personal savings to keep it running, then so be it! Business was always slow over the summer months, but the closer it came to mid August, the more business would start to pick up.  The college crowd loved to hang out at her shop, munching on cupcakes and sipping fancy coffee’s to build up that freshmen fifteen.<br/><br/>Lost in thought, silently calculating how much money she would need to make rent for both her shop and her apartment, Becca nibbled at her bottom lip and tried not to look as worried as she felt.  Her thoughts moved once again to the small office/storage area on the second floor.  It had a bathroom, and a small kitchenette… it was very possible to clean it up and create a living space. That would help free up some of the cash flow…<br/><br/>The sound of a deep male voice worked its way through the fog of worry smothering her mind, causing the redhead to look up, almost shocked to see a customer.<strong>”Sorry? Oh, yes… danish. Cherry, Apple or Blueberry?”</strong>inquired Becca with a warm smile, forcing her troubles to the back of her mind.<br/><br/>To say she was surprised by his answer would not be farfetched. Instead of selecting a flavor of danish, the man before her chose to ask her a question that she had not been prepared for.<strong>”What? Like a partner? No... “</strong>she paused to think further on the subject. It would solve her problems when it came to available cash to keep the place running.<strong>”I…. I never thought of that. Though I’m not sure I would want to ask someone I know. My sisters and I work better at a distance”</strong>she added with a sweet laugh.<strong>”Now, how about that danish? Would you like a coffee with that?”</strong>