As Jirawut sat in the bustling lobby, his eyes wandered through the crowd of tourists and travelers from around the world. The vibrant mix of cultures and languages painted a vivid picture of the global city they were in. He watched an American woman and two men from India pass by marveling at the diversity.
Suddenly, a voice brought him back to the present. He looked up to find a woman standing before him, a warm and welcoming smile on her face.
"Are you Jirawut?" she inquired.
Jirawut nodded in confirmation. "I'm Flore Lucy. Finally, I'm meeting you."
He remembered that Vivienne had arranged this meeting. Flore was the hotel manager, a professional hostess for guests from all corners of the world.
"I am pleased to meet you," Jirawut replied with a warm smile. Flore returned the gesture, her shyness gradually melting away in the presence of this intriguing guest.
