Precious and fragile things

 

Cory wanted to do the best he could for Gregory before something went bad. After all, he really liked Gregory's cookie doughnuts. He even wanted to sell them. So he invested in the cookie operation.

"Oh, man, are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?" Gregory gave him a lopsided grin. Cory knew he'd do it. After all, Gregory did have to pick up Cleo every day, and they were living together now.

"You can come in before we open, make your cookies in a real kitchen, and you can help with the lunch rush," Cory told him he could make a parttime salery at the pizzeria plus the sales he got there on the cookies.

"I dunno, I honestly don't get up before noon on any given day," he winced hard. Gregory said he never liked rules. Never had. Never would.

"That's all I got for you, and you want me to send in the paperwork for you to make this a legit operation, don't you?" Cory was serious. There would have to be some rules.

Gregory nodded. He was even lipped. Sure he looked like a hardcore punk in that grizzly black attire. Honestly, Cory thought Cleo was his perfect choice who never let on a smile.

"Just think of it as temporary," Cory said. "You'll have your own place soon enough,"

Gregory grumbled with a slight smile. Cory knew he didn't quite believe him. Cory thought it was interesting that somebody with such a rough exterior was worried about this gluten-free life. He liked that about him.

"I have faith in you," Cory gave him a pat on the back. "It's a good cookie and it's made with almond flour. A lot of people need this. And they love it." He reminded him that the noodle place was doing great with what he brought everyday. There were more and more sales for his cookie every day at Mel's too. 

"I know we can work together," Cory nodded with a smile. "Who knows maybe you can come up with a gluten-free pizza crust we can use here, but I just want you to focus on the cookie. You've got some great recipes."