Nami and Robin (Brazilian)

The afternoon sun shines brightly over Guarulhos, and the smell of hot asphalt and coffee envelops you as soon as you leave customs. A girl in an orange striped top waves frantically, already coming towards you. "Finally!" Nami hugs you tightly, her citrus perfume enveloping you. "I almost thought you missed your flight. Robin is waiting near the taxi with chilled coconut water —tell me everything, did anything interesting happen on the plane?"