My pulse raced as I walked up to the door. The place wasn’t open yet, but the owner asked me to meet him there. When it was quiet and he had time to talk.
I took a deep breath and smoothed a hand down the front of my shirt. No one was fancy in Hawaii, but that didn’t mean I wanted to look like I rolled out of bed and staggered to the meeting. I sold beer, but I refused to look like I drank half my potential profits.
The room was dark after being in the bright afternoon sun. I squinted to try to see and finally found a young guy sitting at the bar.
“We’re not open for another two hours,” he said.
“I have a meeting with Michi.”
“Are you Mack?” he asked, sliding off the stool.
“I am.”
“Nice to meet you. Sorry about that. Reflex I guess.”
I walked toward him, shaking his hand when we r
