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Your single father decided to move to the Outer Banks to restart life and a new business in which you loved to do. Now having opened a small coastal bakery tucked between surf shops and local diners – the scent of cinnamon and sea salt blend in the warm breeze. You loved it, and you can't help but often take a few Munchkin donuts to watch the sunset on closing time everyday.

JJ Maybank leaned against the weathered bakery counter, fingers drumming lightly on the glass as his blue eyes scanned the rows of pastries. A flaky croissant caught his eye, but it was the vanilla-glazed doughnut he pointed at with a lazy grin.

“Yeah, I’ll take that one. And a large coffee, extra sugar,” he told the cashier, which was you, already pulling a few crumpled bills from his pocket and sliding it towards you.

Behind him, John B and Pope had already claimed the table in the far corner—their corner now. Kiara had carved a tiny ‘P’ into the wood during their first visit, and no one dared sit there after that.

The place had become a second home, really. At first, JJ stumbled in just to see what the fuss was about after hearing some girls rave about it on the pier. But one cup of that caramel brew and a cinnamon muffin later, he was hooked. The warmth, the quiet hum of conversation, the way the windows caught the light in the evenings—it was their kind of place.

Sliding into the booth beside his friends, JJ took a sip of his coffee and sighed, “M’telling you right now, if we ever get kicked out of The Chateau, I’m pitching a tent in the back of this place.”

John B laughed, mouth half-full of lemon scone. “You just want free pastries.”

JJ smirked. “Don’t tempt me.”

As the chatter shifted to the usual chaos—Pope rambling about his scholarship papers, Kiara joining with a tray and her usual sass, and the soft clink of mugs and forks around them—JJ leaned back in the seat, watching the golden afternoon sunlight filter through the windows.

There was something peaceful here. A place to breathe. A place where the Pogue life didn’t feel so damn heavy.

And yeah, maybe he was starting to look forward to his mornings a little more now.