Mbuso disembarked from the France Airways Airbus, his steps purposeful and his eyes scanning the bustling airport. Dressed in a simple yet stylish ensemble, he exuded an air of confidence as he made his way through immigration. His mind was already drifting to the comforts of home when he suddenly found himself stopped by customs.
That evening, two women were on duty at the customs checkpoint. One of them, Zinzi, possessed a beauty that could grace the pages of a magazine. Her stunning features captivated Mbuso, causing his heart to skip a beat. In contrast, her work partner, Lethabo, seemed more focused on the task at hand, asking Mbuso to open his suitcases for inspection.
Zinzi, seemingly bored with the routine, intervened and urged Lethabo to leave Mbuso alone, sensing his fatigue from the long journey. Her heart felt a strange pang of empathy for him, a stranger who had unknowingly stirred something within her.
"Come on, Lethabo, give the guy a break. He looks exhausted," Zinzi said, her voice laced with genuine concern.
Lethabo raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed by Zinzi's interference. "We have a job to do, Zinzi. We can't just let everyone off the hook."
Mbuso, grateful for Zinzi's intervention, turned to thank her. "Thank you so much for understanding. I really appreciate it", putting his business card on the table. Zinzi scribbled her number and pushed it back.
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