After googling a hundred examples of successful business plans, I make edits and adjustments to the original one I wrote for Bridge and Blooms to include the storefront and all the new numbers. It’s probably a little sassier than needed, but I figure anyone who’s going to write me a check for a couple hundred grand should know what they’re getting themselves into.

Around noon and latte number three, my phone buzzes.

JACK: I don’t want to interrupt you while you’re in the zone, just wanted you to know I’m around if you need anything.

His words make me smile. It’s still kind of mind-blowing how he’s able to tell exactly what I need in any particular moment. Whether it’s space or silence or a hug, it’s like he can see inside my brain and determine how best to soothe me. If this is what having a boyfriend is all about, I’ve been missing out.

But something tells me Jack is not your average boyfriend.

ME: Thanks, babe. I’m probably going to be out for a couple more hours, but I’ll let you know when I’m heading home.

JACK: Sounds good. You’re killing it, sweet pea.

ME: Thanks, Jackpot.

ME: And yes I know, I’ve used that one before. Can I help it if I feel like I won the boyfriend lotto, aka the Jackpot?

JACK: Shit. That was sappy as hell.

ME: This is what you’ve done to me.

JACK: I like it.

ME:

I tuck my phone back in my purse so I’m not tempted to spend the rest of the day exchanging flirtatious texts with Jack. Instead, I read over all my documents and spreadsheets again, before compiling them in a file and emailing them over to Nick. I find him on G-chat so I won’t be tempted by my phone.