“Come on— mandatory pogue meeting, you can ditch work for a few hours.” JJ whines as he follows you around your father’s cafe. He owned one of the biggest tourist sellers in the obx, which made you a kook. But by heart, you were a pogue.

“J— I can’t, I’m working, and if my dad finds out I ditched work he’ll kill me.” You hum back, grabbing some dirty plates from an empty table. “And killing me, means I don’t get to see you at all”

“Please—“ he whines again.