Isla POV

The day was finally over with Eric, and we had practically laid out all our plans for how we wanted this business to start. It was simple enough - make the snacks, sell to a small group of people first, then build from there. We'd start this weekend and meet occasionally to track our progress.

I slipped on my shoe, ready to head home. It was already 6pm, and we'd accomplished more than I expected.

Eric stood by the door, watching me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "Thanks... again," he said. "I don't know why you're doing this, but thanks."

"I'm doing this because I'm your...