keeping in check

Jules was too tired to go with Jonah to the concert. Seriously, he wished he could get out of seeing him, all together. Jules didn't have time for him.

"Don't be mad, please." Jules wished he hadn't said that. Jonah had nothing more to say, but hung up on him while Jules was on his cell. Jules slid the phone in his back pocket.

He didn't see how he could keep up this charade. It was impossible. Plus there was the matter to clean this little one man operation that Oliver set him up with at the University. It was such a tiny little place. Two people could barely fit behind the counter. As it was, that's what the van was for, to brings the goods here. The shop was a little place to sell Oliver's goods and simply coffee to go with it.

Of course, Willow wanted to see the inside of this establishment that was no more than a shack, possibly. It did have a bit of architecture to it. Round corners on the outside.

"They used to sell burritos here." She told him.

Jules looked around thinking it would be ridiculously small to make burritos in. But there were small counter tops to the sides, if someone wanted to stop and savor what they'd bought.

She looked back at him. "I can't believe your boss would do this to you." Her hands were on her hips as she looked around inspecting the place as if she might be part of the new management.

"He's not doing anything. Its an opportunity. The president or somebody with the Uni, asked him to set up shop, you know." Jules sighed, thinking he could use a long sleep before it was officially opened. Cold was setting in now as if it might be a good time to hibernate for winter.

"He's taking advantage of you." Willow looked worried.

"Whatever." Maybe it was best if they avoided talking about Jonah, but he couldn't help but turn it around. "You let Jonah take advantage of you, all the time."

She glared at him with her arms crossed.

"I guess he expects me to fall in love with this pal of his, coming..in a few weeks." She fretted.

"Aw, think fast, get Topher to cover for you." Jules chuckled.

"Jonah will never be normal. I get that. I don't know why I put up with him." She shook her head, as if she'd have to think of something quick. Thankfully, she asked about the van then. They went out back to see his advertizing.

It had a sparkle to it. The cupcake. The scones. Even the lettering of Oliver's name. It dazzled.

"What did Oliver think?" Willow wanted to know.

"Not much. He's worried about making enough baked goods, or too much. He's about to climb the walls." Jules told her.

"I hope this isn't too much." She looked back at the little place that was no more than a counter showing off baked goods. She still didn't like the idea that he alone would run the place. She told them this once again.

"We'll just give it a go." Jules grinned. If it failed, at least he'd give it his best shot. Willow reached for him just as it began to snow. What was she doing? Only he didn't think to ask, he kissed her as if it were long overdue. It felt so right.

But maybe she'd just meant it to be a hug. He didn't want to be wrong about this.