Jenna stood at the doorway, nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. Ethan's intense gaze made her fidget.

"Did Grandma Blanche tell you?" she asked softly.

Ethan set down the documents and motioned for her to sit. "Yes. I know the CEO of a startup. Good benefits. I can refer you if you're interested."

Jenna pressed her lips together, her eyes crinkling into crescents. "Thank you for thinking of me. But I've decided to try street vending."

"Why?" His brow furrowed. "A company would suit you better."

She shook her head, absently tracing the armrest. "You've already done so much for me. Besides, with my education, I wouldn't be much help in an office."

Abruptly, she stood. "I'm going to shower."

Before he could respond, she hurried into the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind her.

Ethan stared at the closed door, his expression unreadable.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows as Jenna browsed an e-bike shop. A red e-tricycle with a windshield caught her eye.

"This model has a weather shield and safety rails," the owner explained. "Add a canopy for just $600."

Her face lit up. She purchased it immediately.

After the canopy installation, she eagerly took it for a spin. The vibrant red vehicle turned heads as she rode through the streets.

With the license secured, Jenna scouted locations. She settled on an alleyway near Mall of America, already bustling with vendors.

Over the next two days, she gathered supplies—clothing racks, cardboard boxes, hangers, even a portable steamer.

At the wholesale market at dawn, she meticulously selected merchandise. Laden with three bulging bags, she hired two porters to help carry them.

Back at her stall, she swiftly set up the racks. Each garment was steamed smooth, wrinkles vanishing in the hiss of vapor.

"Need help, dear?" The shoe vendor next door, Tanya, offered.

They finished arranging quickly. Jenna bought Chinese leek pancakes and soy milk to share.

"Thanks, Auntie." She took a bite, watching the growing foot traffic with hopeful eyes.