“Ma’am, how may I help you?” A young officer in his twenties, with blonde hair and blue eyes asks while smiling at me sweetly.

When he smiles his dimples deepen, and it makes me stare at him unconsciously before I answer his question. Leaning in closer to the officer so Sebastian can’t hear me, I state in almost a whisper, “I need help getting back to the states. Is there any way you can point me in the right direction?”

He stares at me as if he is puzzled by the question and then he asks, “What exactly do you mean?”

By this time, Sebastian is right next to me...