You say hi to Steve and he greets you warmly.
"Looks like you've had a bit of an adventure already" he says, pointing at your dusty clothes and dirty arm, smelling badly from where you shoved it in the trash.
"Yeah, I nearly got myself stabbed", you laugh weakly. "Listen, do you know where I could make a phone call, and maybe get some change if it's a coin phone?"
"Sure, there's one in the lobby - I'll take you there and pay because you look kind of lost."
You follow Steve into the lobby and he shows you to the phone, which looks about as beaten up as everything else you've seen in this town. You push one of Steve's local coins into the slot and dial the number, chatting to the friendly American as you wait to be put through.
"So Steve, are you here on vacation?"
"Nah, I'm here on business! I know this country doesn't look like much, but believe me there are opportunities to make money here."
"Really, what kind of business?"
"Oh you know, just... business." Steve gives you a wink and a smile. Just then, a voice answers you on the phone:
"Hello?" the voice sounds English, or Australian, and unusually strained.
"Dr. Sean Harcourt?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"It's Tom Hunter, I'm here for the outreach programme but I was rather delayed and missed the meeting at the airport"
"Oh, yes of course! The voice sounds more relaxed. "I'm sorry we couldn't wait for you, but we're running to a tight schedule. Wait outside the airport and I'll come to collect you in half an hour"
"Thanks, Dr. Harcourt"
The voice clicks off. Steve has been watching you intently throughout the conversation and he suddenly asks you about the call. You explain to him that you're a volunteer on an outreach programme working in rural Ebianova.
"That's interesting" says Steve "Say, did you hear about that big archaeological find out in the western rainforest?"
You reply that you haven't.
"Yeah, apparently they discovered some sort of native temple, untouched for centuries - maybe you'll be working nearby... anyway, it was nice meeting you Tom. Before I go, I think you should take this phrasebook - no offence but I noticed you've been struggling with the language." Steve hands you a book which doubles as a phrasebook and dictionary between English and Spanish. Perhaps now you'll find conversations with the locals more rewarding.
"So long." You leave the terminal. Steve gets into the taxi and, after exchanging words with the surly driver, disappears off down the road.
Once again you are outside the terminal. In half an hour, Dr. Harcourt will pick you up. You have gained a phrasebook which you will use automatically in conversations.
P.S. I would appreciate it if someone more adept at writing fiction could tell me the best way to write dialogue and format it. I'm struggling a bit here.
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