What's in a name - A short story
Well it was finally happening. All the paperwork was filed, the licenses approved, the equipment ordered and the finances sorted. The only thing not sorted was the name. I’d run through various options in my mind over the months leading up to this point, but none of them had felt ‘right’. It had been my dream since I was 5 years old and baked my first batch of cookies. I swore to myself that one day I would open up my own bakery café and share my passion with the world. A glance at the clock told me I was late meeting Sarah, so I scrambled to put on my coat and shoes. Marching out the door I realised I’d forgotten my bag, thankfully catching the door before it closed, and I ran in and grabbed it from the kitchen table. When I reached the cafe I’d arranged to meet Sarah I was beetroot red and panting. I spotted her sat at a table near the window so I walked over while attempting to flatten my flyaway hair. We ordered drinks and started catching up. She told me about how he