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"Well, this doesn't look too bad," Bonnie says
They had just parked in front of their bakery, looking at the rundown building on the corner of the semi-busy street. It was a warm morning, Constance opting to wear ripped capri jeans and a yellow crop top, paired with matching yellow sandals. She had always loved the way it looked against her dark skin.
She looked over at Bonnie, scoffing, "You can not be serious this place is messed up."
"Well this is only the outside, maybe the inside is better, open her up."
Constance moved toward the door, pulling out the keys to the building. She quickly unlocked it and pulled the door open. She held the door as Bonnie walked in, closing the door behind them.
"Okay okay, not bad, not bad at all" Bonnie smiled, looking around at the rundown bakery. "All we need is a little Windex, some dusters, a mop, and a broom. This place will be fixed up in no time."
"It's going to take some time before we open."
"That's alright. We knew we were going to have to put in some work. It's going to take some time before we're up and running."
"I know, and I can't wait. I have a few ideas about what I want to do, but before we talk about that, let's check out the kitchen."
They walked through the doors that led them to a spacious back area. There were two medium-sized silver tables in the middle of the room. The back wall had three stoves and two fridges separating them. Bonnie walks up sinks and ran her hand along with the cold silver counters. Constance walks over and opens a door and notices that it's a space Bonnie could use as an office.
"This pantry is huge," Bonnie beamed, "We could keep so much on the shelves."
Constance goes to the side room, where she is. She's surprised how well put the back area is compared to the front. They continue to look through everything, opening stoves, fridges, and freezers. They looked at the bathrooms the one in the back and the one for the customers; they determined that they needed serious cleaning. They decided that they've done enough looking today and headed to the car. Constance locks the door behind them, and they went home.
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"Okay, so I put down all the appliances and cleaning supplies we need.I'm glad whoever last had the bakery left the stoves, fridges, and freezers. That saves us $10,000, and they left that desk you could use; so that also saves us some money." Constance says, looking over the list she made earlier.
Bonnie groaned, laying her head back again the couch they were one, "Why don't we just hire a cleaning service to do the dirty stuff for us."
"It's cheaper for us to do it ourselves and we need to spend our money on the painting crew and moving service for when we find the furniture we want."
"Alright, well I'm going to go to sleep since tomorrow we will be spending our time cleaning."
Constance watched as her best friend goes up the steps, her black, pink, and purple box braids swishing behind her. They've been best friends since elementary school. They went everywhere together and did everything together. She remembers back in high school when she helped Bonnie come out of depression when her mother died. She remembered bursting out in tears when she told Bonnie she was bisexual. She chuckled to herself, remembering that following year Bonnie came out to her as a lesbian. One time in high school, Bonnie called Constance, Connie, and since then she was known as Connie. Bonnie said it’s because it made them seem like sisters. Bonnie always wanted as sister and Constance wouldn’t deny her the luxury. They graduated high school and college together. Leaving Los Angeles was a big decision for both of them, but they figured that they had been through so much together; that they can overcome the change of moving from a big city to a small town.
Constance looked over her papers again, nodding deciding that everything looked good. She set it beside her on the gray sectional. She gathered her stuff and went to her room, walking up the stairs feeling the carpet beneath her feet. She pushed open the door to her bedroom and saw that there was nothing on the walls. She closed the door and walked to the bathroom connected to her room. She pulled her essentials out of her toiletry bag and set them up on the bathroom sink. She wiped off her makeup and she took a nice hot shower. When she got out she put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. She dried off her box braids and grabbed a scarf to tie her hair down. She got into bed turning off the light, and putting her phone on the charger and got comfortable in bed. She went to sleep and dreamt of better things to come.