A business man sits next to you on a flight back from Istanbul.
“Tell me everything,” he says.

“Um, sorry, about what?” you ask.
As far as openings to what might be a 12 hour conversation go you’ve heard much worse.
“Ah good” he responds “I knew you’d be interesting”.
While flattered (probably his intent) you are a little suspicious, surely your response was pretty vanilla.
“Why, what do people usually say when you ask them that?” I ask.
“Oh gosh… I’ve had a wide range…anything from a slap across the face, to far too much detail about their hemorrhoids, deceased cats and holiday snaps”. You nod along, those kind of people are behind your resolution not to strike up conversation on long haul flights.
“So, what did you want to know about?” you ask. “That” he replies pointing to your ink just peeking out of your tshirt at your collarbone.
“Ah” you nod again “that’s a long story”.
“Perfect” he responds “let’s ask for extra nut snacks, two rounds of G&Ts and then you can start”.

This flight is looking up every minute you think, and then a wry smile twitches your lip. He might just be one of the few people who deserve the real story and the full reveal of the work of art you’ve made your back into.
But first you return the curiosity favour.
“Sure, sounds good” you respond “as long as you tell me exactly why you killed the man I’d been trailing for three days in Istanbul?”.