Haley

Haley Parker sat in a ritzy restaurant in Waikiki. Sushi Sho had been Bill's favorite place since he could afford, and she really needed to be on his good side. She couldn't back down, or she would go into her thirties a virgin. She really wasn't sure why she had never gotten that far. In college she had focused on nothing, but studying. In high school she had been a bit of an ugly duckling. She had had braces, pimples, bangs. No one paid her much attention. As an adult she had worked her ass off to make a publishing firm that was now one of the top rated companies in the country.

Bill Kahala had been the son her father had never had. Bill's own father had ran off before he was five, and never looked back. When Bill and his mother Lilly had moved next door they had, become instant friends. As they grew older Nate, Haley's father, had become his football coach. Bill had gotten scholarships, and even an offer to play for the NFL, but a knee dislocation had ended his dreams. Instead he had started Glass boat tours company, then it had expanded to skydiving, then scuba and snorkeling, now if you wanted to do nearly anything on the island you went to BN Tours. Bill and her father had been partners until cancer took Nate from them both. It still stung even five years later. Bill and Haley had stayed close meeting eachother at least once or twice a month for lunch.

Haley started biting her lower lip. She did that a lot when she was stressed, and since she was nearly always stressed she didn't wear lipstick. Her red hair had made most shades look weird anyway, or they looked weird to her. Her thousand dollar hair cut, manicured nails, and expert makeup made her look like a little girl playing dress up in her mind. She was definitely a baby face. Haley glanced toward the door her black thigh length dress, newly purchased just for this purpose, was making herself conscious. She rarely wore anything this short, and her heels where sky high. Vertically challenged as she was high heels had been something she had nearly never gone without, and now that she could afford it she bought way more than she should. These where one of her favorite Versace heels that had actual diamonds on the straps. They had given even her sticker shot, but she had to have them. The waiter could smell money, hell she was definitely showing off a bit today so she couldn't blame him. He had a real hard on for that fat tip he could smell coming. He wouldn't be disappointed either, Haley had been a waitress in college and she loved giving people tips that would make their week. She was about to get her phone out, and just ask Bill where the fuck he was when he strolled in, late as he always was.