Mauga

Samoa, a beachy and bright little town that lives off of water, palm trees and sand.

You make your way into a small tiny bar that had a smooth, sanded wooden counter and leather seated bar stools. Telling the bartender you just wanted a wine. After successfully getting your drink it came in a skinny glass cup with a small red umbrella.

Just then, footsteps shook the ground below as a tall man walked in. His gaze was first to set on you.