Klaus had been strolling about the place, finding his way around as only a newcomer to the island could. It was surprising to him how after so many years of being alive he’d never once traveled to Hawaii. Not even for a vacation as most people tended to do anyway. No, he’d spent a great deal of his life in hiding from his adoring father, and once he’d been able to claim New Orleans for his own, his father had to come around and take it all out from under him. Such a supportive dad, he was.
As he passed along the streets, he would often glance inside windows and people watch for no other reason than to get a feel for the place. Some businesses he would pass over, but if it was a bar or some sort of club, he would stop and look inside. It just so happened that at this bar he recognized a familiar looking woman ordering herself a drink. At first glance he believed her to be Elena, but upon further inspection (mostly her general demeanor gave her away), he realized that it was actually Katherine. Oh, what harm could a little fun do?
With the classic Klaus smirk firmly planted on his face, he pushed open the door of the bar and made his way over to her. All it took was a flick of the wrist for the bartender to get him a whiskey before his eyes moved over to where she was. “Fancy meeting you here, Katerina.”