Eight years later.
Flight number 0206588.
Ad-Din Denarius sat in the business class of the flight onboard to Cosmos. He was tired as he relaxed and slumped his base on the seat, closing his eyes in the process.
The woman seated next to him tried to make a little conversation but he completely ignored her.
"Had a rough day before boarding the plane?" she asked and heard no response but she still continued.
"Same here with me. I attended the California Fashion Week Celebration. I saw you there. Didn't think we would meet again like this. Must be destiny pulling us together, right?"
Ad-Din Denarius slowly opened his eyes and directed a cold gaze at the woman next to him making her turn silent for a while as he asked her.
"Did Mona Lisa send you to me?" referring to his mother's antics of sending one girl after another to him in the last one year.
