Mahina waited for Keanu to pick her up down the end of the driveway and her messenger bag was swung diagonally over her left shoulder. Once in she told him in his language to the Mall and had him also go inside with her. Once there and spent only an hour, she had already snuck in John's room earlier to check his sizes so when they were in the Department store, Keanu helped her with the selection of style. Since he won the Date and Mahina had no hard feelings towards him; she felt this would be her way of expression of thanks for her gift package. Though she was down for her own hidden reasons on how disappointing it was to lose. Given a solid swear to never do that again. To had been so honest where John did his over being under the influence and not with a clear head. She never should have indulged something so personal so publically to be subject to her bitchy picking apart someone she knew nothing about and it obvious hurt Mahina she still can't talk about it. Thanks to her sutpid idea, now the entire Male populous of the island knows she has never been on a date. She wasn't thinking about that at the time.
So she left with Keanu with the bag in tote and one last stop to Macy's and select a very close to a hawaiian crisp but not overpowering scent of cologne. It was her favorite and thought it would compliment John's own scent. Saying her goodbyes when Keanu dropped her off at the end of the driveway, she headed striaght up to John's room and laid out everything on his bed. Hoping he will like it. Going to hers and for the first time ever being at the packhouse. she locked her door and went to her balcony to pull her knees to her chest and just let it go.
Sorry folks, on the Mahiners weather forecast.....calls for cloudy doom and occasional showers for the next few days so those of you wanting the sunshine? Going to be a few till the storm breaks away.
*Added with the shirt, pants and cologne is also a 6pk longneck Molsons.*
{OOC: Sorry! I just realized I forgot a note. >.>}
Left on top of the shirt was a note, elegantly written in Mahina's cursive...
John ~ Your gifts and note touched me more then I can express by words. Please accept these from the token of my gratitude and thank you so much.
Love, Mahina
P.S. You don't have to be from England to make an impression on me.
John had wanted to stop by the pack house before finishing his daily run. One reason was because he wanted to make sure the package had been delivered, the other was to make sure that if Mahina had not liked it, that his room was not being set on fire.
John walked up to the door carefully, knocking and throwing Mama a smile when she let him in. John thanked her before going upstairs and entering his room. To his surprise, everything was still just the way he had left it. Well, almost.
On his bed were a few items that John knew he had not purchased. Curious, he went over and inspected them, running his hand along the trousers and shirt, then test spraying the cologne in the air. He smiled as he looked down and picked up the small card.
John blushed.
He then picked up each item, placing them very carefully inside a rather large brown bag and carried them with him out the door. He carried the Molsons with him in the other hand. Before leaving, John went to Mahina’s door and upon finding it locked, whispered a thank you.
Afterward, John headed back to his loft and picked up a copy of the Honolulu Tattler along the way.