commission—a fortunate thing for the vendors because Kiera was so fair—
she’d probably be happy to have someone taking up such a big space.
Someone who actually sold something once in a while.
“I…I…” Wade’s lips were still flopping. He obviously couldn’t figure
out what to say.
“I can help,” Romi said, and offered him a sincere smile. “That’s what
I’m here for. All of us. We’re here to help. We’ve been trying. Wynn and
everyone else. You should take our suggestions on pricing, but I can go a
step further. I can help you arrange your display so that it’s more attractive
and people are drawn to it.”
“And how-how much would I have to pay for that?” Wade stammered,
growing more and more flustered by the second.
“It’s free, provided it takes a reasonable amount of time and things don’t
go overboard. We want our vendors to be successful and to be happy. We
want our customers to come away feeling like they’ve just scored an
amazing treasure. We want to bring back the past and help preserve those
memories. That’s important.”
“And here I thought most businesses were all about the bottom line,”
Wade sneered.
“Most businesses are. I guess, to an extent, they all have to be. But this
place is a passion project, right from the owner to all the employees. We do
need to make sales, because that’s how a business works, but everyone here
has a passion for what they do, and to them, that’s just as important. When
people come to the store and mention something they really want,
something from their childhood or something their grandma had, something
from the past that is important to them, we do our best to help them find it.
Other people are just looking for décor items, but even then, we’re just as
passionate about helping them find the right thing.”
“Passion doesn’t sell stuff.”
“I beg to differ.” Romi crossed her arms over her chest, but she kept her