"This place sucks."
She took a brief look around as she was going through the small gate of the airport. The few people she saw on her way to ID check were most likely the locals working here.
They gave her a good up-and-down as she was passing by them, which was another thing which she had learned to consider normal.
She'd stopped caring about the looks people gave her a long time ago or at least tried not to pay them any mind. That meant-in the rare cases she had to interact with people directly.
or it was the clothes she was wearing that glued their eyes to her.
No, that was only one of the reasons.
The man at the check-desk regarded her over his glasses as she passed him her ID. He was only slightly older than her probably and the typical check-desk officer type of guy.
He
