Daniel Hilton found his eyes rolling with contempt at the dirty blonde male who went by the name of Kick Masters. Obviously the guy was here on business terms, judging by his fancy "get-up" and abnormal professionalism. Daniel already could not stand the guy. He may be able to fool others with his business antics, but not Daniel. Daniel knew how to play the game all too well. After all, he, himself was in Lahaina for a business matter. It was to acquire the Kealoha Hotel and Resort property owned by Akamu Feleti Inoke Kealoha, younger brother of Mano who owned this restaurant. Daniel knew this restaurant well enough since he's traveled to Lahaina on numerous occasions. He enjoyed the breakfast here, though for this occasion he was supposed to speak with Akamu himself. Daniel had actually just arrived in Lahaina a few hours prior and was very much feeling the jet lag from the air travel. He felt somewhat embarrassed that he did not even have enough time to change into more formal wear. Instead he wore a light blue polo paired with khaki shorts. A somewhat strong scent of cologne drifted in the air around him, considering he had just sprayed him before he stepped inside the restaurant. What was more embarrassing for Daniel was the gray luggage bags and suitcases he had stacked behind his chair right now. His flight had been delayed so he did not arrive with enough time to drop off his baggage at the hotel he was staying at.
He sat out on the back patio directly facing the ocean. The waters of Hawaii always made him feel serene. The residents here were already beginning to accumulate on the white sandy beaches. Heaving a sigh, Daniel gently rubbed his eyes that were beginning to feel strained from exhaustion. Hopefully they would offer him some coffee seeing as Akamu invited him here before the restaurant even opened. It was entirely too early to deal with drama, but with the Kealoha's it already seemed like it was starting, beginning with the entrance of Keokolo Kealoha and company. Daniel decided to ignore the ruckus and enjoy the soft sighs of the ocean waves as they pushed forward than retracted. He had to admit he did miss this place. His focus was then interrupted by the voice of a woman with a strong native accent, "E kala mai ia‘u, but Mano's not available right now. Whatever your business is with him, you can take it up with me.”
Daniel glanced up from his seat to see a beautiful young woman who stood out like the sun in this moment. Her hair was dark, full and long, falling just above her knees. Her black bikini top made her chest seem prominent teamed with her perfect curvatures that made Daniel subtly bite his lip. Such an attractive lady with a winning smile. He had to admit he felt somewhat aroused. Although Daniel was the least interested in relationships or pursuing women. It was too much hard work in his eyes that was not worth the output. Flashing the girl his charming smile, he rose from his seat while meeting her at eye level before he firmly shook her hand.
"Daniel Hilton. I was supposed to meet with Akamu Kealoha? He asked me to stop by," the name rolled perfectly off of his tongue. His gaze never fell from her eyes and he simply continued to smile out of respect. Daniel always made it a point not to mess up someone's name pronunciation. In his eyes it was somewhat, unlike that other shady character who stood inside dealing with that hot head, Keokolo. For the most part, Daniel knew the faces of most of these Kealoha characters. However, he never seemed to have met the girl he was speaking to now. He was curious as to whether or not she was part of the sibling group as well. Daniel spent a lot of summers in Lahaina so the Kealoha reputation definitely did not slip past him. He most certainly heard of their interactions with natives and tourists alike, their misdemeanors and drama that spread like wildfire on this island. It somewhat peeved him, but they were certainly successful so he respected the family for that much. "I may be somewhat early actually." Punctuality was something Daniel always stressed in his life, formally or not. He felt if someone was providing him with their time, he best not waste it by being late. Not to mention it was a trait drilled into him a very young age.