The soft hum of the espresso machine was the only sound filling the café as sunlight streamed through the big front windows. The tables still held the energy from last night's buzz—flowers from Mrs. Harper, a forgotten scarf draped over a chair, and a thank-you card tucked behind the counter from Mr. James.
Sarah was behind the counter, hair tied in a messy bun, wiping the counter down when Ryan walked in, followed closely by Savannah.
"Morning," Ryan muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked tired, but in a good way—the kind that came from doing something meaningful.
"Hey," Savannah said, flashing a sleepy smile as she slid onto one of the stools. "You survive the grand opening?"
"Barely," Sarah laughed, tossing the rag aside. "It was… a lot. But good. Really good."
Ryan nodded, glancing around. "Looks different in the daylight."
"Yeah," Savannah agreed. "Like... cozy. But not too quiet. I like it."
Sarah hesitated for a second, then looked at the two of them. "I was actually hoping to talk to you both."
They both looked up.
"I could use some help here. Not just during big events, but regular days too. School's back in full swing, and I can't do this all by myself," she said, tone soft but sincere. "Ryan, I know it's not really your thing—but I could use a strong hand in the back. And Savannah—if you're up for it—I think you'd be great out front."
Savannah blinked. "Wait—me? Seriously?"
Sarah smiled. "You've got the spark. People like you. You bring good energy to the room."
Ryan crossed his arms, pretending to think. "Do I have to talk to people?"
"Only if you want tips," Sarah smirked.
He sighed but cracked a tiny smile. "I'll do the dishes."
Savannah laughed. "And I'll bring the charm."
Sarah leaned on the counter, suddenly emotional. "Thank you. Both of you. This place… it means something. And having people I care about helping me build it—that means even more."
Ryan glanced at Savannah, then at his mom. "You've got yourself a crew."
Savannah gave Sarah a quick hug. "Let's make this place shine."