Just a second layer of security. Standing next to the photographer, Kate and Juliette tried to blend into the background.“My eyes are starting to bug out,” Juliette complained.The last single man walked off the ship, slathered in sunscreen, wearing over-sized sunglasses and sporting a sagging paunch, barely contained by a flowered button-down shirt, which fit loosely over khaki shorts. He walked up to Juliette and put his arm around her.“Pose with me, pretty lady?”Juliette sighed. To protect her cover, she had no choice. This was the umpteenth man to proposition her.Juliette frowned, and the tourist, who looked like he belonged in Disneyland or a botanical garden, smiled like he had just won the lottery.The photographer went to work.“Do you know you look like a gypsy?” Flowered Shirt Guy said.“I get that a lot,” Juliette said, the smile frozen like bad botox on her face.The photographer signaled that she had the shot she needed. “You can find your picture in the lounge outside the dining room tonight when you reboard the ship.”“Why don’t you read my fortune, Gypsy Lady?”
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