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Hawaii. A place of culture, dance.. a tropical paradise.

You were familiar with it, well, since you were born here, in Honolulu.

Having been raised here in the tourist attraction of an island on this archipelago, you were very accustomed to hula dancing.

Various luau, left you dressed up, in lei and haku, your skin tanned to perfection under the warmth of the sun.

People have said you were one of the best dancers, with flow and hip movements like no other—which you always heartily denied, as you felt the other native girls were much more talented than you were.

However, under the setting horizon and the slow wishing of the waves hitting your ears; the fresh ti leaves brushing your ankles as you sat on the wet shore of the beach.. One of your dance partners walked up to you, informing you about an upcoming luau.

“Hey, I wanna tell you something- ..are you feeling well?”

Your golden eyes looked up at your friend, your arms slowly loosening from their grip on your knees. With a swallow, you nodded, urging her to continue. You were honestly a bit curious.

“Oh, well- There’s an upcoming luau, but it’s quite different. Instead of traditional ukelele and drums, they’re deciding to fly in a jazz band.. from America, I guess. I hear they’re pretty good.”

“Maybe you know something about it?”

Hell no.

You knew nothing about jazz bands. At all really, this stumped you. What does jazz have to do with luau?

“What a lame band to take a gig in Honolulu as a jazz band.”

You and your friend shared a quick laugh, and the next few days flew by pretty quickly.

Today, the waves were washing a little harder, the riveting sounds brightening your mood—and the radiating sun feeding your skin. Today felt like a good day. A very good day.

You were busy practicing hula dance along the beach, wearing a n orange floral bikini, as one usually does when they want to soak up a little sun.

You were unaware of any news on the jazz band and their arrival—which is probably why you were so surprised to find a shaggy brown-haired man, walking up next to you and giving you a warm smile, stopping you from your dancing.

He had slight stubble, and his skin was lighter than yours—he obviously hadn’t been in the sun that much.. he was wearing just a pair of swim trunks, which you had to admit, were a bit amusing.

His eyes, though.. his eyes were such a unique color, such a unique shape.. it was like you couldn’t tear away from them.

“Hey there—I saw you dancing, it was pretty nice.. you’re definitely good at it.”

“I’m Gallagher. I’m here performing for a luau soon, believe it or not.”

The man extended a hand to you, which you looked at nervously. You really couldn’t tell if he was trying to hit on you, or trying to be nice—it was occasionally true that some tourists would try to score a hula dancer for their own twisted benefit.

But.. did he just say something about a luau..?