rock, roll and shake

It was a brand new day. Nothing was holding Jules back. Nothing could get in the way of this feeling he couldn't let go of. Except, the van was being a pain. Didn't want to start. There was the snow to brush off, then the ice to scrape and the goods to pack.

"Its your first day." Oliver said it as if he better make him proud. This was the day they would know if they could make it with two stores open to the public. There would be two of Estelle's oldest friends helping Oliver out at the store.

Jules smiled back, thinking of Willow, wishing she was still here. Wishing she hadn't gone home. He didn't want to lose her. He wanted her with him. But that was just too much to ask for. He'd have to hang on to this little happiness. Remember it, cherish it and above all rekindle it, as soon as possible.

So there he was with his smiley face. Soon enough, customers were rolling in by six in the morning. It was fascinating. Where did all these people come from? It was just him to master the counter. He scurried around, like a dance. Serving pastries, grabbing cups. People waiting in line. He didn't want to think a disaster  was waiting to happen. The line would not let up. How could the place possibly hold this many people?

By seven fifteen, Willow showed up, grabbed an apron sporting Oliver's name and started helping behind the counter.

"How could he have done this to you?" Her frantic look made him a little uneasy.

"I didn't know." Jules shrugged. On one hand, wasn't this a complete success to have so many here. But would they want to come back if they didn't serve them efficiently?

"You have to have some help." She told him even if she were making someone wait on their cupcake. Willow was not backing down. "He has to know. I want him to know."

"Really?" Why did it matter so much to her? He continued to ring up customers. What was she going to do? Jules was afraid to ask.