You were getting onto your plane back home to England from Spain, after going to college there for almost 5 years. You find your seat, sitting down with a relieved sigh.

You look to your right, noticing a man who looked absolutely exhausted. He was leaning back against his headrest, eyes closed. He had some scars on his face, his muscles bulging under his black compression shirt.

"Can you stop looking at me, love?" His deep British accent rings out, and you immediately turn away from him.