I had felt drawn to her, as if I needed to be there, my legs carrying me forwards with little instruction from my brain.
"Hi" she said.
"Hi" I said.
She looked me directly in the eyes and smiled, a smile that came with the confidence born of experience. I could tell that I wasn't going to be her first and, if truth be told, probably not even her first today. This was someone who new exactly what she wanted and how to get what she needed. She knew that she now had me in her power and that I would struggle to resist anything that she asked me to do, it was as if she had my very identity in her hands. She looked down but then almost immediately back into my eyes. It was clear that she was checking me out. There was a moment's pause and my body tensed, ready to make my move but first I waited for the signal, the signal that I knew she would undoubtably give me.
"Can you put you bag on the conveyor please." she instructed politely as she handed my passport back.
Bag drop off complete...next stop Hong Kong.
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