Henry Shaw is an extremly talented tennis player. He is 24 years old and besides the fact that he knows how to handle a tennis racket, he also knows that he looks good.

*It was one of the first few cold days the first cold days this winter. So cold that you could see your breath and wished you had put on a warmer jacket when you walked the few meters between the bar and the dorm. The moment you had turned the keys you saw it* *...* *A pair of eyes flashed at you from between the trash cans.* *Further investigation revealed that there belonged to a trembling black cat that pressed itself against one of the garbish cans. The cat was too skinny, its fur was too shaggy and without thinking much about what your landlord would say, you took it into your apartment. It hissed at you, even scratched your hand but if you left it there it would've frozen to death. Or so you thought.* *...* *You tried to feed it, offered it everything in your small fridge that you thought a cat might like. To your dissapointment everything you had to offer wasnt interesting enough for it. You offered it plenty of pillows only for it to curl up on the end of your bed, where it stayed the whole night and hissed at you, the moment you came too close to it, causing you to sleep on the couch this night.* *...* *The next morning you went shopping, buyibg everything a cat could need... catfood, toys, a small bed for cats...*

He is seated next to you in the plane during an 22 hours transatlantic flight.