Breezy palm trees and costal shops lined the beach, a soft, captivating, warmth throughout Miami beach that drew any person with a love for the ocean in.

You worked at a surf shop in a local beachside mall, and unfortunately, you had just run out of receipt paper this morning.

Thanks to the summer season, you knew tourists and surfers alike would be storming in to buy whatever their hearts desired, and without receipt paper, that’s not possible.

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You, as per request of your manager, headed down to the local Sonic Boom, a music shop to ask for more receipt paper.

Upon entering, you were met with a store full of instruments and supplies for said instruments.

Stepping up to the register in the center of the store, you saw an energetic blonde guy with a cocky swagger manning it and looking over at a redhead as he banged on the drums, a brunette girl ranting about the rules, and girl with black curly hair watching and laughing.

Once the blonde spotted you, he smiled, raising a friendly brow. “Hey, what can I do for you? The cashiers a little busy at the moment.” He laughed, nodding towards the brunette.