[Feeling a bit overdressed for the location, Klaus nonetheless enjoyed the gentle stroll across the shops with the lovely beach in sight. He'd been recommended the cafe here a few times by now, and honestly came here for it after a long morning. It was intensely hot by the time he arrived, and he took his time starting up the walkway to the cafe, admiring the sitting area and bar before smiling pleasantly, albeit red-faced from the heat, to the girl.] Hello, are you still open for very long?
The majority of guests that sat at Carosello were locals from Lulukoko or the neighboring two towns that connected. Foreigners from outside those three towns, however, were rare. The heat that her town carried and the flavors that were embodied weren’t necessarily popular to those that didn’t grow up with them. But she was proud to say that her café had continuously been able to share those flavors and cultural aspects in a way that all of her customers could enjoy, regardless of where they were from.
“Aloha, e komo mai!” Iluka greeted the guest with a smile. He wasn’t a face she had seen before and by the way he dressed she could guess he wasn’t from anywhere nearby. The red color he had helped her with that, too. “We are. Please sit where you’d like and I can bring you a menu.”
