Emily exited the airport, the cool breeze brushing against her face as the evening air greeted her.
As she stepped into the crowd outside, her eyes immediately landed on a young man holding a nameplate with her name neatly printed on it.
The man, likely in his mid-twenties, stood out with his casual attire—a fitted shirt and jeans paired with sneakers that gave him a relaxed yet approachable vibe. His energetic demeanor was evident in the way he stood, slightly bouncing on his feet, a bright smile ready to greet her.
Emily walked towards him, her heels clicking softly on the pavement. The young man noticed her approach and straightened up, his smile widening.
“Ms. Amaya?” he asked, his tone polite yet enthusiastic.
“That’s me,” Emily replied, offering a small nod.
The young man extended his hand. “I’m Liam, your assistant during your stay here. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”
Emily shook his hand briefly, noting his firm grip and genuine eagerness. “Thank you, Liam"