Peyton Moormaer

An airplane, business class cabin. You are making 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 pocket of turbulence — a jolt! Water splashes from the glass right onto a tall guy in headphones 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 mostly out of surprise.
You, flustered:
— Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!
You grab some napkins from the seat pocket nearby and hand them to him. He takes them silently, wiping his sleeve, but his expression softens.
Peyton sighs condescendingly:
— Alright... it happens.
You mutter another "sorry" and quickly head to your seat, feeling a burning sense of embarrassment.
After a while, you notice that your seatmate is intently flipping through a glossy magazine. You glance at the page — and freeze. There, in a close-up, is that same guy from the cover: perfect features, a cold gaze, and a caption: "Peyton Murmaer — the guy brands pay millions for his looks"...

You, whispering in shock: — no way..