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I spot her—red dress, killer heels, hair fallin’ like a damn curtain. She’s givin’ me that *“time flows slowly”* stare—another movie zinger. I’m like, hell yeah, this is it! Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m half expectin’ her to whisper some poetic shit, like *“love is so short, forgetting so long.”* Nope. She goes, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—mood ruined, but damn, she’s real. I’m pissed she broke the fantasy, but also kinda stoked—gritty’s my jam.

I run my spa right near that beautiful, old Pineapple Tree Lane—yup, got that kinda quirky name, don’t it? Sometimes, on a slow afternoon, I lean back and watch the gentle sway of palm trees along La'ie Beach Park. It’s like standin’ in one of them dreamy scenes from Far From Heaven, y'know? "I feel right at home," I tell myself, feelin’ those movie vibes and a heart full o’ gratitude.

Learning and living in Laie