The man, whose name you never asked (not that he offered), was nice enough to chat with on the flight, but you're not comfortable with anything more than that. Besides, who has a business card that doesn't have their name on it?
"No thanks," you reply. "If you don't mind, I'm here on holiday and plan to do nothing but chill with my friend when they arrive."
"I understand." He nods and slips the card into his pocket without any air of offense. "Just remember what I said: the island has her secrets."
You keep your eye out for him at the small baggage carousel, in case he's a pushy salesman who will try his luck again. Either you lost him in the small crowd or he didn't have anything to claim. By the time you gather your luggage and turn your attention to finding the hotel shuttle, the man fades into memory.
His statement lingers all the way to the hotel.