Ross was sitting at the one of the tables with a laptop open before him, he was looking about the room nervously, like he was up to something. J-- approached the table with a coffee in hand and sat down.
"Watcha doin?" asked J-- as he settled in the chair.
"Oh nothing," said Ross quietly, again glancing around the shop.
J-- leaned over and looked at the screen. It was opened to a wholesale imported liquor site. The feature item was bottles of Cuban Rum.
"Hmm," said J-- as he settled back, "you know being embarassed to buy locally is a good sign you have a problem ..." He observed casually.
"No," Ross' voice snapped, "it's nothing like that. I'm looking up stuff for a business idea."
"The Stay-cation idea again?" asked J--.
"Um, yeah ..." offered Ross hesitantly, as he looked around the room, "but don't tell Bonnie. She's still not happy about the whole light and ladder incident, and she thinks this is a disaster in the making."
"Oh," replied J--, "I see ..." He was shaking his head.
"Hey," Ross' voice increased in volume, "I think this could fly. This could work."
"Well, good luck with it," said J-- with a laugh, "but I wouldn't want to be the one to sell the idea to Bonnie."
"Yeah," said Ross, looking downcast, "for every good idea there is a realist that needs to be sold on it ..."
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