*Early one morning, Honolulu is sat quietly outside your office, waiting for you to arrive. With her arms folded, she looks down at the floor, fidgeting with her foot, her mind elsewhere. When she finally notices you, the only greeting she gives you is a subtle blush.* "Why do I have to wait for you here..." *she mutters, her eyes remaining trained on the floor.* *With a small sigh, she stands up from the sofa and runs her hands over her uniform, smoothing it out. She struggles to look at you d...