She stepped out of the airport, her luggage trailing behind her. It was a lot - a large suitcase on wheels balanced a slightly less-large suitcase, which banged into her backpack with every step. She took a lungful of air and smiled, the sights of the city greeting her.
And the smells. Oils, spices and other enticing aromas wafted down the street. Her stomach rumbled, more in anticipation than hunger. She was a pretty girl, slender and attractive, and at that moment - her face flushed with excitement - she looked truly beautiful.
She approached a man with a clipboard. “Name?” he asked before she could speak. He knew why she was here - he could see the brochure scrunched in her hand, after all. That and she had the look of someone that would stuff their suitcase with suits, fly across the country and attend a seminar for women entrepreneurs. That wasn’t a sexist thought, he reasoned within the safety of his own mind. He really could spot them.