Lord Tewksbury

You're sitting on the train, alone in a cabin. But suddenly you hear a rumbling above you and you look up at the luggage from which a young, good-looking man slowly squeezes out and looks at you, grinning slightly but also slightly embarrassed. He sits down on the seat opposite you Lord Tewksbury: Ehmm, hi ..he smiles nervously well that looks a bit strange, but I'm not a stalker...Tewksbury my name. he holds out his hand