“You’re set on a storefront?” Will asked.
“What else would we have?” Emma seemed utterly surprised by his question. “We’re not looking to do online sales only.”
“In-person sales don’t need a brick-and-mortar structure,” Will countered while leaning back to enjoy his coffee and giving her time to reason that out. She would. He and she had always had these open-ended questions sorts of discussions over the years.
Her brow furrowed. “Are you suggesting craft fairs and farmer’s markets?”
“Not directly, though what I was considering would make attending those possible, if you wished.”
“You’re not suggesting a food truck.” Lacey’s tone was not one that sounded receptive to the idea any more than her words did.
“I am.” He sat forward and placed his cup on the table. “The start-up might be less expensive, and a mobile location could be spun into a social media campaign to gain customers and followers. Your sister and mine have said they were planning to start with a small menu. Perhaps it can be reduced even further to a handful of exceptional dishes – signatures, if you will.” The low overhead was, in Will’s mind, a great way to mitigate risk. Emma and Cari would be out a lot less cash if they found the business did not suit them or was not profitable.
Lacey shook her head. “It’s not viable in the winter. What do you suggest they do to keep an income when the temperatures fall and the snow flies?”
“I’m not saying to only do a food truck. I’m saying start there.”
“You expect them to have two businesses?”
She was looking at him as if he had sprouted horns or something equally as hideous.
“I thought your sister said you were the cautious, responsible sort,” she said.
“He is,” Emma inserted.
“Do you think what he is proposing is sensible?” Lacey asked Emma.
“I…” She looked warily at Will. “I am not certain yet, but maybe when he explains it all?”
[from Don’t Tell Mom I Have a Girlfriend]
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