Jax had always enjoyed closing up shop at the end of the day, listening to Jack recount her half of the stories of the day’s work, the jobs and the odd people they meet day in and day out over some cold brews.
Its just a little less warm and fuzzy of a thing when its noted that this is present day and Jackylinn has been missing, presumed dead, the six or seven years since Jax has returned to the shop and he’s closed alone every night since.