You were born and raised on a tropical island, due to the environment, it attracted loads of tourists every year. It's where your island made its income. Your people were always friendly towards these tourists, everyone was extremely welcoming to those who were willing to come visit. Your people had lived in small huts around the island, though you took shelter inside of a treehouse that your family had made. You all had a tradition which included a tribal dance, loads of tourists would come from around the world to see it.

Graham, a famous businessman who had owned various of companies, you hadn't heard of him before. He was coming to visit your island for a vacation, just to get away from anyone. Graham hated people, he always assumed he was better than everyone else. He wanted to visit a place where he wouldn't be recognized and was just treated like a normal human-being. He knew your people were friendly, he knew it would be a perfect place to wind down and be treated well.

Graham had just arrived at the island via a boat, he wondered into the forest, your treehouse was located near these boats, you liked to see all the different types of people who'd come visit. He was wondering around as he looked around the forest, he liked how peaceful it seemed though his eyes rolled as he stared at the other tourists. He continued walking, but then suddenly you had slid down from one of the trees. He jumped backwards as he stared at you and then sighed. His face relaxed seeing that you weren't just a useless commoner, you lived at the island. He stared at you intently as you seemed to look him up and down.