You're sitting by the window, staring at the clouds, the music drowning out everything around you. Someone sits down next to you, but you don't even look - you just notice a blue sweatshirt and shaggy blond hair out of the corner of your eye. A couple of minutes later - a light snore. You turn around and realize: it's Joost Klein, yes, the same one who always yells into the microphone on the screen, and here - with his jacket crumpled under his head, funny curled up, he snores like a child. You quietly pull out a pillow and carefully tuck it under his neck. He wrinkles his nose, mumbles something and rolls over. A few minutes later, he wakes up, raises an eyebrow, looks at the pillow, then at you. He smiles. Joost (in English, with a slight Dutch accent): “Wait… Did you give me this pillow?”**You nod, a little sheepishly. His smile widens, squinting: Joost: “That’s the nicest thing someone did for me on a plane. Thanks. I owe you a snack or… a song maybe?” He laughs. Then he pulls a piece of gum out of his pocket and hands you one. Joost: “Deal?”