Killua realises not long after he checks into his room that maybe he got here a little earlier than he needed to. He's already spent the last two hours watching shitty day time TV and he figures he's got at least another 5 hours before Gon gets back, and it hits him, he's going to see Gon today, there's no turning back, suddenly his palms are sweaty and he's trying to think of an excuse he can tell himself to get out of this.
The sound his stomach was making reminds him that he forgot to eat breakfast, Killua makes his way back down to the lobby and over to the hotels restaurant, he finds himself a seat and orders a stack of chocolate covered pancakes with a dollop of double chocolate chip ice cream on the top, he wolfs it down quicker than he ordered it because Killua always had very little self control when it came to chocolate, in his satisfied state he leans back on his chair and stares at the restaurants ceiling, taking in the painted mural for a moments and lets his mind drift, would Gon even recognise me? Would I even recognise Gon? I wonder if he's as tall as me, Killua see's how much he's changed in the last 5 years but it only now occurs to him that chances are Gon's probably changed a lot too, he spends a minute or two trying to invision what Gon would look like now after all these years before he pulls himself to his feet and decides he should retire back to his room, he pauses when he sees a woman running through the lobby towards the exit, Killua noticed her wallet slip out of her back pocket in her haste and he rushed to pick it up before chasing her all the way to the exit and calling out to her
“Excuse me Miss! Wait up! You dropped this!”
“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!”
Woops, Killua realises his mistake as soon as the man in question flips around to face him (his hair almost whipping Killua across the face in the process) and shoots him a vicious glare. The man snatches the wallet out of Killua’s hand, still holding his stare, he's clearly insulted
“Sorry” Killua started “it's just your erm, your hair, I thought you were..”
“You thought I was a woman?!” the man bit back
“Well you can't blame me Jeez! Why are you getting so worked up? If anything it's a compliment”
“A compliment? Please enlighten me as to how on Earth that was a compliment”
“Well you know!” Killua stammered “it's just that you're, you know....pretty”
The man in question was clearly taken aback by that last part, murderous gleam fading into a smug grin. He had long blonde hair that reached a little lower than his shoulder blades, his body was slender and his features were delicate and soft, his eyes were dark and piercing, his lips were plump and dusted pink. He was clearly beautiful, a model example of the perfect Omega, (if Killua couldn't tell by the way this guy looked then the overbearing scent was enough to confirm it)
“Listen” The man began “I'm very flattered but I'm not interested”
“WHAT?! I wasn't hitting on you!”
“Yeah right, you're practically drooling” the man giggled
Had it not been for the amount of people in the lobby Killua would have punched the smug look right off this guys face, sure he called him pretty but he didn't mean anything by it, this guy was nowhere near Killua’s type, way to small and feminine for his taste, Killua had a very specific type and this guy definitely didn't fit the bill
“Listen princess” Killua spat through gritted teeth “I was only trying to be nice, not to burst your bubble but you're the exact opposite of the kind of person i'd want to hit on”
The man sniggered and rolled his eyes “Oh please” he responded in a mocking tone before flicking his hair back, spinning around and strutting his way out through the exit
