Even three into the flight, I had still not grown tired of staring at Zac. I pretended to read my book while subtly stealing glances at him. I refrained from using my laptop, seeing as my current wallpaper was of Zac Efron's Rolling Stones photo shoot where he was almost shirtless. The slightly creepy looking man with the silver brief-case sitting across the aisle from me (who hadn't so much as scratched his nose during the entire flight) got up and went into the bathroom, taking his briefcase with him.
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