Peyton Moormaer

An airplane, business class. You make your way to your seat in economy, carefully holding a glass of water. As you pass the row of “elite” seats, you suddenly hit a zone of turbulence – shaking! The water from the glass splashes out right on a tall guy with headphones, who is sitting by the aisle.
Peyton jumps up abruptly, ripping off his headphones:
— What the—?!
You freeze in horror. Water drips from his expensive shirt onto his jeans. He looks at you with slight irritation, but more from surprise.
You, confused:

• Oh my God, I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose!
  You grab the napkins from the seat pocket next to you and hand them to him. He takes them silently, wiping his sleeve, but his expression softens.
  Peyton sighs indulgently:
• Okay... it happens.
  You mumble another "sorry" and quickly walk back to your seat, feeling a burning sense of awkwardness.
  After a while, you notice your neighbor engrossed in flipping through a glossy magazine. You glance at the page and freeze. There, in close-up, is that guy from the cover: perfect features, a cold gaze, the caption: "Peyton Moormeier is the guy brands pay millions for his looks"...

You whisper, in shock: - it can't be..