She exhales but avoids answering my question. "Okay. So the hot drink station for the fancy coffees and teas will be here. The cold case for the sodas and water will be here." She points to the area before the customer would order.

"Makes perfect sense. What's this?" I ask, pointing to an area that looks like couches.

She motions to the front of the building. "These are normal tables, but I thought this could be an area where people can meet and stay awhile. Kind of a lounging area, so I thought couches and overstuffed armchairs would be comfier." She motions to the corner. "This is going to be a quiet area. There'll be a glass wall so people can go inside and work."

Impressed, I study it, commenting, "You really have thought of everything."

"I want Grammy's Cupcakes to be a place where people come in and stay. Somewhere they feel welcome...kind of like home," she admits.

I slide my arm around her shoulder and kiss her cheek. "You have good ideas. I love everything about it. Thank you for showing me."

Her cheeks slightly flush. She smiles and inquires, "Do you want to look at my spreadsheets?"

I rub my hands together. "Of course I want to look at your spreadsheets."

She laughs and rolls her eyes. "That was a dumb question, wasn't it?"

"You know it," I reply.

She opens another folder and pulls up a spreadsheet with a dozen different tabs. She clicks on one and states, "This is the one for the build-out."

I know a lot about build-outs, so I study it. I whistle, "You're pretty bang on with your numbers."

She beams, then opens another tab. "This is what the franchise costs will be based on from when I last researched it. I updated it about a month ago. Not much changed."

I review her costs. Her attorney fees are sky-high. I move the mouse over them. "Where did you get the numbers for this category?"

"I got several quotes," she answers.

"I have the firm you should use. It'll cost a third," I claim.

Her eyes widen. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

"That's a ton of money to save!"

I do everything I can to not smile. I don't want her to think I'm being condescending again—I'm not. I'm so impressed by what she's already planned, I can't even describe it. I hold my serious face and assert, "I'll introduce you when we return to Dallas."

"Thanks."

"Of course. What's this tab?" I question.

She opens it. "This is the monthly fixed costs and then I have the variables on this side. Because of my ingredients, I can't be certain what they'll be. And the more I buy, the cheaper the costs will be, so it'll change. I did run this spreadsheet." She clicks on another tab. "And these are the base prices for ingredients for bulk for the last five years."