I dramatically gape, then lean closer and lower my voice. "Does Melanie know this?"

Georgia puts her hand over her face and groans. "No. That sounded bad, didn't it?"

"Yep. So why doesn't she count?" I question.

Georgia turns more toward me. "She's my friend. She'll tell me she likes it, no matter what."

I arch my eyebrows at her. "I doubt that. Melanie seems like she'll always tell you what she thinks. But do you think if I see something wrong with it, I'm not going to point it out?"

She cringes. "Yeah. That's what I'm kind of scared of."

I chuckle. "Come on, Sunshine. I'm sure it's fabulous. Let me see what you've planned. Plus, you know I'd only point something out if I thought there was a major mistake that could hurt you."

She takes a deep breath and logs in to the cloud. She inquires, "What do you want to see first?"

"Whatever you want to show me."

She scans the different folders, then pulls up one labeled graphics. She clicks several times, and a logo pops up on the screen. It's a huge gourmet chocolate cupcake with pink frosting, and the word "Grammy's" is written in a scripted font, and "Cupcakes" is in a bold block script.

I blurt out, "That's badass."

"You like it?"

I scoot closer. "Yes, I do. Your fonts are great. They pop. And so do the colors. I can see that on a wall."

She beams proudly. "It will be. Right behind the counter!" She clicks on another folder, and a layout appears. Excitement grows in her voice as she informs me, "I hired a designer to create this. I know it would have to be scaled to each building, but this is the basic design I want."

I study it for a moment, looking at all the details, impressed with how thorough the specs are.

Before I can say anything, Georgia points to the kitchen. "The appliances have to be here. The ovens I want to buy can make over a hundred cupcakes an hour. The number per building will depend on the location and kitchen size. And I wanted to make sure that things run efficiently. So this is why the sink needs to go here, the ovens here, and the mixers here. The dishwashing station is there."

"That makes sense. I wouldn't have thought about that stuff. You put a lot of time into this," I state.

She nods, then moves her hand out to the front of the store. "The display case with the cupcakes has to be first. I can't stand it when you go into a bakery, and you're supposed to order, but the display case is after the cashier. It doesn't make sense."

I've never really thought about it, but she's right. I proudly declare, "Once again, genius idea."

She tilts her head. "Are you being condescending?"

I furrow my eyebrows. "No, not at all. Why would you think that?"