"Hey, Steve," I say with a smirk of a smile, nodding to the bag slung over his shoulder and asking, "All that for me?"
I don't know him well, mostly just through Danny, but he's one of the ones I can count on to bring stuff in to the bar, so we're not stuck serving the cast-offs from the Compound every day.
But besides that... A hot, half-naked guy coming out of the ocean? Yeah, I'm kind of not gonna just walk on past that.
"Neil," Steve says, nodding once, respectfully. He's not too familiar with the guy, aside from what Danny shares with him. Actually, most of the people here have met Danny before they've met him, but that was the way back home too, even with his father's legacy and the island's familiarity with the McGarrett name.
"Some of it," he adds, shifting the bag slightly. "Actually, probably most of it. I was thinking about saving some to make dinner later, so that really leaves the bulk of it for you guys."
"Thanks, man. You're kind of a lifesaver," I say, and I'm teasing, and there's a faintly flirty edge to my grin, but it's no different than I might be with any other random guy.
Steve's smile is brief, a small twitch at the edges of his mouth, but it's sincere and it's there, and he shrugs off Neil's remark with a chuckle.
"Not too bad. Working on a garden I started after I wound up with a green thumb a couple weeks ago. Seems to be doing fairly well," he adds, squinting in the direction of their hut and the garden slightly off to one side.
"I'll admit to a little impatience at the whole waiting concept, but overall I think it's turning out better than expected. Having the ability to speed up the process helped some, too," Steve admits.
I don't know him well, mostly just through Danny, but he's one of the ones I can count on to bring stuff in to the bar, so we're not stuck serving the cast-offs from the Compound every day.
But besides that... A hot, half-naked guy coming out of the ocean? Yeah, I'm kind of not gonna just walk on past that.
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"Some of it," he adds, shifting the bag slightly. "Actually, probably most of it. I was thinking about saving some to make dinner later, so that really leaves the bulk of it for you guys."
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"So, uh, how you been?"
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"Not too bad. Working on a garden I started after I wound up with a green thumb a couple weeks ago. Seems to be doing fairly well," he adds, squinting in the direction of their hut and the garden slightly off to one side.
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Weirdly enough, most of the shit I've got now, used to belong to someone else. My bar, my home, my daughters.
"People always talk about how calmin' that kind of work is. I dunno, I must be doin' it wrong," I admit with a snort of laughter.
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"How are things on your end?"
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