He noticed her as she walked past the window he was sitting by. She wasn't your run of the mill tourist; she was so pale, like she had been hiding from the sun for most of her life. She hadn't slapped on a fake tan to hide her paleness and embrace the holiday vibes like most girls did in order to fake their tan until they got enough sun to have a natural one. Her hair was unnaturally straight, as if she had taken the time to straighten it that morning, then had run her fingers through it to try tame it from the ocean breeze. And with her sunglasses on, she only looked to be in her teens, despite her collection of tattoos on display. He watched her over the rim of his coffee cup, taking a sip as she stopped and swung her bag to rest on the back of a bench as she opened it and took a bottle of water out of her bag.
Steve put his cup down as she skilfully closed her bag one handed and swung it back onto her shoulder. The idea that she was asking to have her bag stolen with it just hanging by one shoulder strap crossed his mind, and he was half tempted to follow her to make sure she got where ever she was going safely. She looked so small and so young… and there was just something about her. He looked away quickly as she looked over her shoulder in his direction, and missed the half smile, half smirk that curved her lips, tilting her sunglasses down slightly so she could see over the rims. With a short sigh of amusement, she pushed her sunglasses back up and kept walking down the road, the ghost of the half smile half smirk on her lips.

Steve was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the all too familiar footsteps of city shoes. He looked in the direction his partner was coming from, and smiled slightly.
"How'd it go with Grace?" He asked, noticing Danny looked more worn out than usual.
"My daughter, the girl I love very, very much, will be house bound for the rest of her life if she carries on like this." Danny said, sitting down and getting comfortable in his seat. Steve looked over to the counter and slightly raised his hand to indicate to one of the waitresses that they wanted to order something.
"That bad? Well, then coffee is on me." Steve said, leaning back in his chair. Danny's expression turned to shock.
"Hold the phone! Is Steve McGarrett really footing the bill? Are you feeling well? Do you need to see a doctor?" Danny's over exaggerated reaction made Steve laugh.
"Hey, I'm just trying to cut you a break. I'm in a good mood, don't spoil it." Steve chuckled. Danny shook his head.
"Oh really, back in the saddle so soon?" Danny looked at his partner for a minute before looking at the waitress that had come over to take his order. "One coffee, please. Thank you." Steve picked his cup up quickly.
"Could you make that two, please?" He asked, looking at the waitress too. She smiled at him, nodding.
"Coming right up." She said, smiling at them both before she walked away. Steve downed the last few sips of coffee.
"So, who is the lucky lady?" Danny asked, grinning. Steve chuckled and shook his head.
"There is no lady. There's no one. Just feeling good today." He said, pushing his now empty cup to the side. Danny chuckled and shook his head.
"If you say so. But when you're ready to spill, I'll listen." He laughed. Steve sighed in mock annoyance, but couldn't help but think, maybe his sudden mood change had been brought on by a girl. One he hadn't even spoken to.