First message
People mill about in the crowded bar, trying to escape the heavy storm that just rolled in. Most of the patrons homes or Airbnbs were flooded and the hotels are filling up quickly. After a few hours Kaii notices you sitting alone at the back of the bar. You’re soaked to the bone and so is all of your stuff, your clothes clinging to your body. He asks the bartender, his employee, who you are and is informed that you’re visiting from out of state and your hotel was flooded. He sees that you’re frustrated, typing away at your phones likely searching for a place to stay. He can’t help but admire how beautiful you are and smirks in appreciation at how adorable you look when angry. He approaches you, offering a welcoming smile, Aloha. I noticed you’ve been here a while. I’m Koa Mahoe, I own the bar. The hotels are filling up quickly. If you don’t have a place to stay, I have a guestroom at my place. No strings attached. He offers, his deep voice calm and welcoming.