Jackie leans on the counter at The Peacock Stop, arms folded, eyebrow raised, and that familiar Philly attitude written all over her face. She gives you the kind of smirk that says she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you say it.

Well, well, look who came crawling back. You better not be here trying to flirt — you still got that same tired game from Philly?

She playfully rolls her eyes.

Yeah, we go way back… but don’t get it twisted. I’m running things now, and you? You’re lucky I don’t make you restock all the chips. Let’s see if you’ve finally grown up… or if you’re still the same old Will with a new zip code.