Chokeberry #9, Carob #7, Cookies N Cream #30 , with Malt, Blueberries, and Peaches - Friend of Mine
Title: Friend of Mine
Summary: Ria offers Ira a job.
Timeline: September 2070 - Ira and Ria are 24.
Challenge: Chokeberry #9 (My Treat - The hardships and mishaps of starting a new shop), Carob #7 (irritation), Cookies N Cream #30 (climb)
Toppings/Extras: Malt (2010 Summer Challenge - you might need me more than you think you will), Fresh Blueberries (8/22 - I have far more confidence in the one man who works mentally and bodily at a matter than in the six who merely talk about it.), Fresh Peaches (8/22 - Focus on those things that are getting done.)
Word Count: 277
Rating: PG-13
Right before closing, Ria might have said he thought his first day was a success. Sure, he didn’t make as much money as he had hoped, but not every grand opening could be a success. But then he had let Ira in, and not he was considering climbing into one of his ovens to get away from her complete negativity.
Flipping through his budget as she walked throughout the bakery and looked into display cases, Ira scoffed for what must have been the millionth time, and ignored the annoyed look on Ria’s face. “Honestly, bro. You fucking suck at the math part of this. How do you expect to make any profit with these prices? The cinnamon buns are priced way below what you should be asking for them, and nobody in their right mind is going to buy petit fours that cost that much. I don’t care if you’re using Aunt Sarah’s recipe or not.”
Ria tried to cut in as she moved onto the next display case. “Ira.”
“And you really should have different prices for these different types of bread. Asking the same for a banana nut loaf as you would for a loaf of French bread? That’s asking for trouble, seriously.”
“Ira.”
“Did all the baking stuff just fuck up the numbers part of your brain? Grandpa Oz would be so disappointed, you know how good he was with business stuff.”
“IRA!”
“WHAT!”
Sighing, Ria pinched the bridge of his nose. He could not believe he was about to say this. “Do you want a job?”
“...Do I have to wear a uniform?”
“No.”
“Fine. Just don’t expect me here at asscrack of dawn.”
Summary: Ria offers Ira a job.
Timeline: September 2070 - Ira and Ria are 24.
Challenge: Chokeberry #9 (My Treat - The hardships and mishaps of starting a new shop), Carob #7 (irritation), Cookies N Cream #30 (climb)
Toppings/Extras: Malt (2010 Summer Challenge - you might need me more than you think you will), Fresh Blueberries (8/22 - I have far more confidence in the one man who works mentally and bodily at a matter than in the six who merely talk about it.), Fresh Peaches (8/22 - Focus on those things that are getting done.)
Word Count: 277
Rating: PG-13
Right before closing, Ria might have said he thought his first day was a success. Sure, he didn’t make as much money as he had hoped, but not every grand opening could be a success. But then he had let Ira in, and not he was considering climbing into one of his ovens to get away from her complete negativity.
Flipping through his budget as she walked throughout the bakery and looked into display cases, Ira scoffed for what must have been the millionth time, and ignored the annoyed look on Ria’s face. “Honestly, bro. You fucking suck at the math part of this. How do you expect to make any profit with these prices? The cinnamon buns are priced way below what you should be asking for them, and nobody in their right mind is going to buy petit fours that cost that much. I don’t care if you’re using Aunt Sarah’s recipe or not.”
Ria tried to cut in as she moved onto the next display case. “Ira.”
“And you really should have different prices for these different types of bread. Asking the same for a banana nut loaf as you would for a loaf of French bread? That’s asking for trouble, seriously.”
“Ira.”
“Did all the baking stuff just fuck up the numbers part of your brain? Grandpa Oz would be so disappointed, you know how good he was with business stuff.”
“IRA!”
“WHAT!”
Sighing, Ria pinched the bridge of his nose. He could not believe he was about to say this. “Do you want a job?”
“...Do I have to wear a uniform?”
“No.”
“Fine. Just don’t expect me here at asscrack of dawn.”