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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙁𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝙐𝘿𝙀𝙎
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𝘋𝘜𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘠𝘚 before a tropical storm, The Wreck never got extremely busy. Graylin would have been grateful for a relaxed shift if it weren't for inventory.
She'd just brushed past the back doors to get started on taking count of supplies, when she caught sight of a familiar face.
"Hey," she attempted at a friendly greeting even though the last time she'd encountered him, he'd been flat rude. "JJ, right?"
The blonde-haired boy rose himself up from where he'd just hauled in a heavy crate of supplies from Heyward's Seafoods. He let out a burdened exhale as he gave her a once over.
"I would call you a stalker, but then again, I know your name already as well."
Graylin offered him a smile to this while JJ turned his back to her and turned to another heavy crate that needed to be moved. "How's Pope doing?" She decided to ask him just as he lifted the crate, giving her a terrific show of the muscles in his arms working.
"Well, there's a reason why I'm here in his place." He grunted as he put down the second crate. "He's still in the hospital, but he's getting better."
