"Honestly? I'm not sure. Honestly, I never thought that the day would come." She started to clean up idly, wondering what Roxy was going on about. Maybe she was annoyed at having her here, and wanted to see how she could be gone. "I've always liked to write. I have notebooks chock full of stories and journals. Those were the heavier boxes you helped me move. Maybe I could become a writer. Tell the world what it's like to be an empath. Though I'm sure that sort of memoir has already been done." She tied back her curls with a little scrunchie. "What about you? Is this shop your dream?"