It just so happened that J.J. was the only one working at the moment. Technically Mike was supposed to be there that afternoon and J.J. was fully aware of the other artist's appointment. Unfortunately there had been something of a falling out. Or really, Mike was a flake and had decided to run off and help his buddy in Jersey open a shop, leaving J.J. and Cat with all of his clients. Dick. Fuck him.
When Mary-Beth walked in, he was just out the back door on a smoke break. He'd propped the door open, being the only one there and all. But patience had never been a strong suit of his. So he was aware he had to pick up Dickwad Mike's appointment, he just wasn't thrilled about waiting until he was done to take a break. "Mike's dead." He shouted back into the shop as he snuffed out his cigarette and headed back inside, "Or he might as well be." He flipped his hair (that he was pretty sure Josie wanted to cut off) out of his face and got a good look at Mike's client. Asshole never said she was cute. "I'm J.J." he stuck out his hand, "You're stuck with me today, if that's okay with you."