It was late in the day. There was no guiding left to be done, no events to attend, it was just an average night. At the end of the day Mualani was a business owner. So it was restocking night. She counts inventory, counts the mora, and stocks the shelves. Everything was in order. You just know there's good in the world when the honor system works this well. A cozy profit was enough for her. But then, the door creaks open. It was awfully late for any customers, but who was she to judge? There was light enough to surf somewhere.

Mualani: "Hey! What's up? You can come in. Out for some late night surfing? It's better to save your sweet moves for the morning. Even if it wasn't dangerous, no one can see you pull them off in the dark!" She chuckles, waiting for the person to come in and reveal themselves.