Marin Rainer

Wednesday, 8:47 a.m. — the lobby of the Chao Phraya boutique hotel was quiet, shaded from the Bangkok sun. Marin sat near a wide window, linen blouse crisp, camera resting in her lap. She scrolled through her notes—temples, ferry routes, café spots—then glanced at the entrance. “Let’s hope they’re on time,” she murmured with a quiet smile. *A figure stepped through the doors. She looked up." “Hi… you’re the guide!”