Cali Austin is moving to Hawaii for work at a luxury hotel. Living in LA and living with her best friend Mary has been the only life she has ever known for the past 6 years but now everything was going to be up in the air. Moving to Hawaii, Cali had...
I rushed down the stairs a few days later tucking in my Hawaiian shirt to my black pencil skirt. I tossed my blazer over the back of a chair.
I walked into the kitchen to see Steve pouring coffee in a to-go mug. He handed it to me and smiled.
"You nervous?" Steve asked.
"To go to work and do a job I've been doing for years? Nope. Now I just get to do it near a beach." I said and he huffed a laugh.
"Near a beach in high heels, please don't kill yourself." Steve said and I smiled.
"Aww Steve are you worried about me?" I asked in a cute voice.
"Aren't you going to be late?" Steve changed the subject and I looked at the time.
"Shit!" I grumbled and rushed towards the living room, grabbed my blazer, my keys and headed out the door.
"Hey!" Steve yelled rushing out after me.
"Yeah?" I asked and Steve walked up to me.
"Just...be safe and careful, okay?" Steve said and I sighed opening my car door.
"Steve, I will be at a hotel. I will be taking care of VIP guests or things for families. I will be fine and be home tonight." I said and Steve half nodded. I got in the car, and he shut the door for me.
I started the car and went to pull out of the driveway, but I took one final look back at Steve, gave a small smile and then left.
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I left the hotel around lunch just wanting to take a small break away from it all. The first day was pretty brutal. The person I took the job from left a mess that I was having to clean up.
As I walked, I heard people talking about this food truck about a block away. I figured I could check it out. I walked to the food truck and saw it was a shrimp truck which was a weakness of mine.
"Welcome to Kamekona's!" The man standing in the food truck said as I approached. I smiled at him.
"What's good here?" I asked with a smile.
"Aw Sista let me hook you up!" He said in a thick Hawaiian accent, and I smiled. I watched him get me a plate made and I waited for the price.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked.
"Special for the first time, pretty lady customers...no charge." He winked at me, and I laughed.
"Thanks." I said taking the tray but laying some money on the counter anyway.
I sat down and pulled out my cellphone. I dialed a number.
"Hey!" I heard his voice say and I got excited.
"Hey Uncle Stan." I said.
"Cali! Oh, sweetie it's good to hear your voice since I knew you left." He said and I sighed.
