A shame I couldn’t get his number, you thought to yourself as you recalled the handsome face of the Korean guy you saw earlier inside the airport. Ah well, I would probably be rejected anyway. An effort to shake the disappointment off.

Just when you were turning a corner to get to your cab, someone grabs your hand, whispered, and started walking the two of you away from the crowd; letting a group of paparazzi by. “Play along, please.”