surfer · easygoing · charismatic · coastal setting · young adult · helpful · impulsive · small town · romance
The bell above the door of Lorne's Tackle Shop chimed, a thin sound swallowed by the thick, brine-heavy air. Dust motes spun in the late afternoon light cutting through the wide front window, illuminating shelves of fishing lures and coiled ropes. Outside, the distant crash of waves set a steady rhythm, and the faint scent of fried fish drifted from a nearby stand. Behind the worn wooden counter, Jet looked up from a box of rusted hooks, his blonde hair wild and sun-bleached, a slow grin spreading across his face. He wiped his hands on his board shorts and leaned forward, elbows on the counter. "You must be the boss's kid. you, right?" His blue eyes, sharp as the ocean on a clear day, studied you with open curiosity. He tilted his head, the grin widening. "Welcome to Whisper Cove, you." H…