“So when’s opening day?”Owen asks, taking a bite of the cupcake Sloane offers him.
“Well,” Daze starts, looking at Sloane, a grin on her face.“Everything’s pretty much done, so I guess once we sort all of this, we’re good to go.”Sloane blinks a couple of times, making Daisy laugh.“There’s no rush.But just so you know, I love everything you’ve done here.I’d probably focus on the menu, packaging and order forms first, and then once we’re up and running, we can bring on the merch.What do you think?”
Owen lets out a loud laugh, shaking his head as he says, “Look at this business mogul go.Better watch out, dude.”
Daze hits him with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest as she says, “I’ve only been thinking about all of this for the last four or so years, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know you have.Just giving you shit, Daze,” he replies.
“She definitely likes to be the boss,” I tease, hauling her into my side.
“Hey!”Daisy shouts just as a loud thud comes from the front door.
We all stop, turning to look at it, waiting.But nothing else happens, and it’s obvious this isn’t someone knocking on our door.It’s more like something has been thrown at the door.
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter as I let go of Daisy and head toward it.
Yanking the door open, I’m greeted with the stench of shit, a bag of it now lying broken on the front porch, another lot stuck to the front door.
“That fucking cunt,” I shout, slamming the door closed so it doesn’t drop to the floor inside before I storm into the laundry to grab a bucket and mop.
“What’s going on?”Daisy asks, a worried look on her face.
I glance behind her at Owen, and I know he already knows what this is.“As soon as I’m done, I’m going over there,” I say to him.
“You think that’s a good idea?”
“You think it’s a good idea for him to throw a bag of dog shit at our front door?”I snap.
“What?”Daisy shouts.“What is going on?”
I fill the bucket with water, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to calm down, knowing the last thing I want to do is lose my shit at her.This isn’t her fault.I know that, and I’m not blaming her for it, but I know that’s not how she’s going to see things.
“A bag of shit was thrown at the door, Daze.I’ll give you one guess as to who did it.”
“Are you serious?”she murmurs, one hand on her hip, the other on her forehead.
“Yep,” I reply, shutting off the water as I make my way back to the front door.
“You don’t know it was him,” Owen says, as though he’s trying to keep the peace.
I yank open the front door, stepping out onto the porch, careful to avoid the shit.Daisy, Sloane and Owen all follow me out there, Owen pulling the door closed behind him.
“Who the fuck else would it be, Owen?”I ask, my words harsher than they need to be.
“Dude,” he says, coming over and putting a hand on my shoulder.
I blow out a breath, knowing I need to calm the fuck down.I just need clean this shit up, and then go punch that fuckwit in the face.
“Sorry,” I say, offering him a wry smile.
“It’s okay,” he says, squeezing my shoulder before letting go.“How about we clean this...well, shit up, and then we both go and talk to him?”
I look at my best friend, knowing he’s only trying to help.“Talk, huh?”
Owen chuckles.“Well, yeah, as a starting point,” he suggests.“Daze, you got another mop or something?”he asks, turning to the girls.
“Yeah,” she nods, her eyes wide, a worried look on her face.
