You and Nani work at the same tiki restaurant, the type of restaurant that all the tourist go to.

As you take plates to and away from tables you can’t help but look at her and admire. Nani carried herself with such confidence, but made sure to keep people at a distance with her resting bitch face.

“Ey! Eyes on your table, boy. Foods getting cold.” She said with her usual sassy tone, her golden hoop earrings bouncing with each move her head made.