"Go ahead, Sabrina. Take a picture for me!" Before Sabrina could refuse, Bettie had already pressed the phone into her hand.

Sabrina had no option but to capture a few photos of Bettie.

"Wow!" Bettie's eyes sparkled as she reviewed the pictures. "Sabrina, you're talented!"

Aylin nodded appreciatively at the photos. "Sabrina, with skills Like these, you should be our personal photographer throughout the trip!"

"What?" Sabrina furrowed her brows in confusion.

Bettie, enthusiastic about the idea, chimed in, "Yes, Aylin has a point! You will be our exclusive photographer! And you can't refuse. If you don't wish to be photographed yourself, you can take photos for us! instead!"

"Alright," Sabrina agreed.

She reasoned with herself that diverting her attention to something else could be beneficial.

Their dinner took place in a dining establishment selected by Bettie based on positive online reviews, renowned for its delectable cuisine.

The restaurant was teeming with tourists like themselves, catered to by bilingual staff who could communicate in English

After ordering an assortment of side dishes, they proceeded to collect the condiments.

Out of nowhere, Sabrina was bumped by a stranger.

As she turned around, she met the gaze of a young man whose face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry. I'm so sorry. It was unintentional."

Upon following his gaze, Sabrina noticed that her attire was stained with sauce.

“Don't worry about it," Sabrina reassured him, returning to her seat to dab at the stain with a few tissues. The sauce left a visible brown mark on her pristine white jacket.

The young man, appearing hopeful, followed her back and asked, “Pardon me, miss. Are you a tourist here?"

Startled, Sabrina confirmed, "Yes."

“From abroad?”

"Yes."

“May I have your number? Let me know the cleaning costs for your jacket. If the stain persists, I'LL compensate you."