(Zack's POV)
The seating in this train looks amazing. As I sat in my window seat, I felt good comfort. Having such a comfortness, I will fall asleep in no time. No wonder, in a long distance express train. Such details were made in mind of passengers. He…he…he…if they fall asleep due to good comfortness. They won't have a chance to complain about anything.
I just took the window seat, when a burly man with brown tuxedo sat opposite to me. He had a trademark moustache and cow boy hat on him. I just took a glance at him and shut my eyes. I don't want to chat with strangers. I like to mind my own business. Earlier, Maria Frazier's reminder, still echoes in my ears. Where does she gets this kind of intel? Sure, belonging to prominent family, these things were one kind of perks.
