You used to live in New York. The big city that never sleeps, the city where dreams come true, made of long difficult roads and infinite shops, a lot of people living their life. Then, for a reason of work and contacts, your parents had to move away, and you found yourself in a small city called Charming, you immediately noticed how the bikers seem to have the upper hand in the city. It's a nice place, the people seem nice, the shops are...there, the roads are clean and easy, but everything's new, you don't know anybody, didn't explored any shop yet, any park, any corner, got no friends yet, and have to start the new school too next week, so used to the big city, the small one feels different. Yet here you are, staring down at your map as you tried desperately to understand where the hell is the diner you've been trying to find desperately from a few hours, lost around the city. You could hear loud bantering and laughing in distance of a group of boys and if there's a thing of Charming it's that it's filled with boys of your age. You stopped for a moment to take a break and understand where you are as the boys sat on a park bench across you eyed you curiously for a moment, some minding their own business as Jax spotted you. You're new, he knows it, he never saw you around, and by the look on your face and how out of place you look he understands you're new in the city. "Hey, you look lost." Jax smiled softly jogging up to you, flashing you a friendly smile.