leolanikahele:
Where: Kahele Boat & Dive Shop Who: Anyone
Bend really was a tar pit in comparison to Honolulu. First, there was the dreary weather. The sun in the Pacific Northwest was more of a myth than a source of light. For someone who had spent the better half of their life under a bright blue sky, the change had been hard to get used to. Leolani would wake up in the morning, expecting golden rays and the smell of ocean water. Instead, all he’d gotten today was some jackass revving their engine down the street. Secondly, the mainland culture was… so damn rigid. At least Leolani thought so. Island time wasn’t a thing, causing his fellow agents to be surprised when Leolani strolled into any meeting thirty minutes late. Didn’t they know that 4 o’clock really meant 4:45ish? He’d been yet again taken aback when a customer at the boat shop left a negative yelp review, stating that Mr. Kahele has hours of business posted, but disregards them entirely, very confusing!!! No wonder so many people visited Hawaii to get away from the fuss and expectations here.
Leo smeared the boat grease onto a nearby rag. The Kahele Boat & Dive Shop was something he’d dreamed up after Rouse handed him a lovely bonus. And god was it his little diamond in Oregon, looking just like the one his father owned. He’d just gotten done with some cleaning and basic tune-ups on the rentals when he walked back inside. Scuba gear all lined the sky blue walls, with sayings like la'i lua ke kai placed around strategically. Kai, his husky, slept soundly near the racks of wetsuits. Of course, the store was a coverup, but that didn’t mean that it had to look like shit. He leaned up against the counter, grabbing a tank and BCD to put away when he heard the door bell ring… not long after followed a crash. Almost immediately, he heard a bark and watched as Kai rushed up to all but interrogate the stranger. Leolani’s eyes stayed on what he was doing, but a boisterous laugh left his lips. “Hoʻi hope, Kai… just a heads up buddy, whatever you break you buy.”
Despite being in Oregon for some months now, she had yet to explore all the offerings which the peculiar city of Bend had to offer. She kept to herself being an intensely private person and in England that was not frowned upon, everyone kept to themselves. Walking past someone would only be acknowledged with a polite nod if you were in the mood, it certainly wasn’t a cue for you to stop and hold a conversation. That it what Amelia struggled to get used to first, how inquisitive her neighbours were. Often, she would stare out of her bay-windows, checking if there were any pestering old ladies in sight or suave talking gentlemen, once the coast was clear she would leave her home. But it almost always ended in her bumping into someone.
The fickleness of the weather was something which she had come to expect, given that most of her life was spent in England - where the weather was always changing and often dreary. But she liked it, for everything still looked green rather than decaying away to a dried yellow. Amelia perused the shops, looking at the items as she stepped out of a cooking supply shop and into a Boat and Dive shop. It was not really her forte, but looking around passed the time. Hearing a rough bark, the English professor took only a tentative step forward, eyes wide and mouth agape. She didn’t really have a good experience with dogs.
Her mild panic was interrupted by an abrupt laugh, one that caused her to pull a face of annoyance. Was frightening customer’s with a dog all for sport?
“ I’m just looking, ” she responded tensely, trying to sidestep the dog. “ Would you mind calling off your dog ? I don’t have a good history with them. ”
