Paige looked up from her notepad, scrunching her nose at her computer screen. She didn't know where these people were getting their measurements, because that recipe was never gonna come out right, no matter how much wishing and hoping she did.
"C'mon in, door's open," she called out, flipping her pencil around and rubbing out the last line she'd written. She hated converting measurements. She could never get her head around the darn things.