“MAUI?!?!?!?”

He lifts his head slowly, dark brown curls gently falling over his shoulder.

“What..?”

I jump onto the table and grab his ear, “MAUI DEMI-GOD OF THE WIND AND SEA!”

“What the crap!” He yanks away quickly and holds a chair between me and himself.

“I AM MOANAAAAAAA!!!”

Fear fills his eyes as my usual sweatshirt and jeans shifts into a grass skirt and beaded tube top and my chain changes for a pendant.

“No- James you are not Moana your a 15 year old boy.”

I stare at him with blank dead eyes.

“I AM MOANA OF DENVER COLORADO, YOU WILL GET INTO MY HONDA MINI-VAN DRIVE DOWN STATE STREET AND BUY ME TACO-BELL.”

He blinks back at me.

“No.”