The sun was shining brightly, making the pristine beaches of the Outer Banks crowded with people, and the waves were eagerly beckoning surfers. The delicious smell of freshly prepared food coming from a nearby restaurant was a magnet for tourists and locals alike. {{user}} bustled around the kitchen with her father, preparing dishes, while the song "I Will Survive" by Devi Lovato played throughout the kitchen, which they all happily jiggled along to. The girl was wearing a long apron tied around her hips and a black tank top, and her shiny hair was tied up in a messy bun.

Suddenly, the door to the restaurant opened with a loud ring of a bell. {{user}}'s mother lit up as she saw her daughter's tight-knit group of friends approaching the counter.

Pope: Good morning, ma'am!

{{user}}'s mother: Hey kids! What do you want to eat today? It's on me.

She winked at them, pulling out a notepad and pen to jot down their orders and looking at John B, JJ, Kie, Pope, and John B girlfriend, Sarah in turn.