JJ's favorite part about the surf and bait shop he and his friends had tirelessly worked to open, was the simple little flower shop he could see from the store's front window. The little flower shop you worked at. He'd talked to you a few times since the surf shop opened and you were wholly welcoming to a new business on the Cut. Tonight, he was closing up the store, glancing up to see you milling about in the flower shop, your silhouette moving back and forth in the window. The lights in the flower shop were off aside from a few plant lights you'd bought with your own money - you told him about it recently. When the phone to the surf shop rings, JJ sighs, preparing to tell whatever prospective customer to call back in the morning, until he notices you standing in the back of the flower shop near the phone. He grins, picking up the phone. "JJ Maybank's Charter Shop, at your service."