Gwen couldn't hide her excitement when Jack arrived. Not just because he was coming over, but because she and Jocelyn had finished the business plan for the restaurant.
"I want you to look over it," she said, handing Jack a stack of papers that were still warm from the printer.
"I'm not a writer." He took the papers but didn't seem inclined to look at them.
Jack had seemed subdued since he'd stepped inside her doorway. Despite asking him more than once if something was bothering him, he'd said he was fine. Just tired.
"Well, you still might see something we missed. At the very least, it'd be nice to hear if you think the concept makes sense," said Gwen.
"It's a restaurant. What's there to explain?"
Gwen was in the middle of pouring them both some hot cider she'd purchased at the fest
