media,” Josh said.
“Maybe I can take a picture without him noticing.”
The man continued to mumble expletives under his breath
as he watched the tourists walk past. For a moment I thought he
was sobbing. His body shook with every inhale. He pushed away
from the table and abruptly got up to leave. Before he started
walking he turned to our direction. Our eyes met for a brief second,
but there was nothing there. His steel blue grey were clear but
empty.
“He never took a drink of his coffee,” Len pointed out.
Josh said.
Two Harajuku girls and a prostitute whom Hannah and
I had talked to the night before walked past us. Hannah and I
exchanged judgmental looks.
to be at Diamond Head in an hour,” I said, getting up from our
table.
We walked back to our hotel and laughed about the
spectacle we had just witnessed. Somewhere inside us, we felt bad
for the man.
food lingered in the air. The sidewalk started to get crowded
walked past us, and another prostitute came out of one of the hotels
across the street. She struggled to walk. It was only 9:30 in the
morning, and Waikiki was just waking up.
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