"Wildcat, is that you?"
Yara Quillan frowned. She nearly gave the man behind her an over-the-shoulder throw, but in the end, she just pried his hand away, turned, and stared at him coldly. "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person."
Ian Shannon was taken aback. Staring at the familiar face before him, 'how could he possibly have the wrong person?'
"You... You're Yara Quillan?"
Hearing this, a flicker of confusion crossed Yara Quillan's face. "I'm Yara Quillan, but I'm sorry, I don't know you."
Without waiting for Ian Shannon's reaction, she boarded the plane.
But just as she settled into her seat, Ian Shannon followed her onto the plane.
Yara Quillan frowned as Ian Shannon shamelessly said, "Wildcat, since you don't remember me, allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Ian Shannon, I'm twenty-nine, nearly six feet tall, my weight is..."
'I've met some real characters in my time, but this guy takes the cake.'
