Starbuck chuckled a little. "No, I'm not a coal shoveler. I'm a lot of things, but that's not one of them. Jeans and t-shirts are the norm, dude. And, well, no offense.. but my clothes actually fit." Maintaining patience was harder than Starbuck thought it would be. But this kid reminded him of the rich brats who came to Hawaii for spring break on their parents' dime. He hated those fucking haoles. They were actual haoles, unlike him, though his friends said it in a joking way to him at times, since he was a white guy. But he'd been born on the island and raised to respect the land and its people.
"It's kinda late. I doubt she's in her office, and I don't know that it's a good idea to show up at her apartment. I left my cell back at my place," a mistake, but he sometimes slipped it into the backpack with all of Kamea's stuff, and in his hurry to find out what was going on, he'd left it there. "Come on.. we can call or email her from my place." Without hesitation, Starbuck started walking toward his apartment, expecting the weird dude to follow him. "What's your name?"