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It’s not necessary for Jemma to help Willy out with his fishing, but she does it anyway. It’s a chance for her to step out from the shop while he mans the cash register, and it’s a rare moment where Jemma actually likes the quaintness of it all. She’s hunched forward on the boat, bobbing gently in the water, brows furrowed in concentration as she tries to spot bubbles rippling across the surface. She looks back towards the pier, though, after hearing a set of footsteps and feeling someone’s gaze on her back. She turns in her seat to face them, waving and squinting against the sunlight, “Hi! You need something?”
Sloane had been colleting a few shells when fae spotted Jemma in the distance. A grin instantly appeared on faer lips at the sight of the woman. It shouldn’t be a surprise since she lived on the beach, but Sloane was so back and forth that fae still only saw friends a few days of the week. Fae placed the final shell in the pocket of the bag Nova was sitting in and walked over to faer friend. “I don’t need anything, but Nova here has been missing you. You busy right now or do you have some time for us?”















