“This place, Viggo . . .” Oliver looks around. “I’m no expert on running a bookstore, but it’s ready. It’s been ready since the night the family was here. Your inventory is bursting off the shelves. You have your pastry recipes down to a science, a coffee machine that practically makes the drinks itself. Your plants have flowered since we were here!” His voice is louder now, his cheeks pink. He’s fired up. “What are you waiting for? Why don’t you just open those damn doors and let yourself succeed already?” “Because I don’t know if I’ll succeed!” I yell.
Your honor hes just like me and we cant blame him for that
