After collecting their luggage, Seanna went over to register with the government as a 'researcher'. Nicole wandered around the airport, taking in the unfamiliar sights, sounds and smells of a third-world airport. She was dressed in a little black T-shirt that proudly proclaimed "Canadian Girls Do It Better" across her breasts. She kept her sunglasses on as she wandered about, until she literally ran into a local boy about her age. She smiled and apologized.
"I saw you coming," he said in an accented voice. "Not many white girls here."
"No, I noticed," she laughed, taking off her glasses to reveal clear blue-grey eyes.
"I am Btugu. You have beautiful eyes."
"Thank you," she said, blushing. "I'm Nicole Cambridge."
"Are you not fearful to be wandering around alone?"
Nicole shook her head. "Nah, I'm down with the hip-hop scene. Been to a couple of shows downtown." She slouched like she had seen people do on MTV.
"Uh huh," the local boy said, not really understanding.
"Besides, I'm here with a bud," Nicole finished.
"A man?"
"No, a girl, like me."
"Well, you are both very welcome..." he looked at her chest. "And what do Canadian girls do better?"
Nicole smiled shyly.
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