"No promises, I can be quite protective. I don't think I can be as stubborn as your dad though, I'm not as strong willed as him. Credit where credit's due, that man can hold a grudge." he laughs. "I do love your family though, even your father. Whether he hates me or not, he loves you with all of his heart. I know a lot of people who's fathers neglected them or harmed them. And then there's people like me who can't even remember mine."

"To be fair though, you don't ask for much and I just spoil you all the time. You make it easy for me." He laughs. "I haven't slept for long enough, babe. I'm pretty tired."

"No matter how content you always are with what you got, I will always try and give you more." He smiles. "Alright babe. You know, that gown looks pretty sexy on you. It's a shame, you could have used it for that fashion show thing the other week." he says, jokingly before winking at Izzy, chuckling.

"Alright, see you in a bit, gorgeous." he lays down on his back, relaxing on the bed while Izzy was in the bathroom. His throat still hurt when he spoke and his chest still felt tight as he breathed.

"I guess this is the other side of rockstardom. The part you never get to see...." These were the last words that Zac Hale had typed on his blog before getting almost lost for words. His Macbook now sits open in his lap as he sits in the first class departure lounge at Seoul Airport in South Korea. Just a few hours ago, he had woken up in a fancy New York hotel next to a girl he had only met last night, and here he was now flying literally to the other side of the world to meet up with a new band he was due to work with in New Zealand. The flight and all the running around - not to mention the hangover - had left him feeling tired and tender.

At the moment, he was sat in departure in a pair of tight jeans, a loose fitting black vest top and a snap back hat which he is wearing backwards. He is drawing a lot of looks from other people in the lounge, partly because of his looks - tanned and toned as he is - but mostly because the fatigue had left him sat on his chair with his head lulling back ,mouth open as he catches a quick forty winks.

"Mr Hale.....Mr HALE?" Zac awakes with a start when an airport official taps him on the arm. He rubs his eyes and yawns looking up. "Your case, sir," the man in a suit says to him. He nods and takes the case, yawning and sitting forward as he slides his laptop into the side pocket and stands up, heading towards the exit. He had nearly a full day to kill in South Korea before his connecting flight, so he had decided to see some of the capital before he left.

A few minutes later, Zac is stood on the sidewalk waiting for a cab. Everyone who passes looks at him, and in his tired state, he starts to think that his small bit of fame might have already made it this far east, not thinking that a tall white guy with a tan dressed like he is will always draw attention here. He smiles to himself and looks up and down the street before yawning widely, still trying to shake off the tiredness. When he opens his eyes, he sees the most curious sight - a blonde girl dressed in the craziest get up he's ever seen. He stares at her for a few moments, barely realising he's doing it. "I knew the Far East was crazy...but fuck" he says a little too loudly, not realising how his voice carries.

Being so tired and a little confused by his surroundings means that Zac stares at the wierdly dressed girl for a few more seconds than he really should. "I must be dreaming or tripping," he says to himself, laughing a little before he notices the girl make eye contact with him. She laughs and he jumps back to reality, knocking his cap from his head accidentally and catching it in his other hand. Feeling rude for staring, he holds a hand up towards the strange girl across the street as if to apologise. "Sorry," he mouths, following it up with a sweet little smile, that same one that had always helped him get away with mischief his entire life.

When the girl waved him off, Zac smiled and nodded at her before looking back at the street for his taxi. However, every time he looks away, he can't help himself but to look back at her again. She definitely looked absolutely different to anything or anyone he had ever seen before, but he had to admit that Pixie actually looked quite attractive. She was showing a lot of skin, and he liked that. It was part of the reason he loved LA. Zac continues to watch for a moment until his phone beeps. He looks at the text message on it. "Car delayed: One hour," reads the message. He curses aloud and then looks up again, noticing Pixie pass right in front of him. He shakes his head and grabs his case, jogging up behind her. As he gets close, he suddenly realises he's the foreigner here, and she might not even speak English.

"Hey.....um....hey," he half yells from five feet behind her. He half wondered why he was running after her anyway, but he knew for some reason that he needed to speak to her, and he had time to kill, so why not?

When Pixie turned, Zac smiled a little and then tried not to laugh at himself when she spoke perfect English. "Oh....hey. Sorry I didn't know if you spoke English. I was gonna shout Konichiwa, but I realised that was probably racist." He laughs a little at his own joke and then fixes his cap so it sits better on his head. He detected an accent on Pixie that he immediately knew wasn't American, but decided not to broach that subject quite yet. "Hey, so I'm not some mad stalker. I know I was staring at you from over there, but I was just...lost. Anyway, you dropped something, I thought it might be important." He smiles at her again. His smile was like his secret weapon when it came to working over women. He was used to getting the girl, and it was normally his smile that sealed it for him.

Zac smiles. "I know. That's why I said it would be racist." He walks a little faster to keep up with her. It was clear she was giving him the message that she wasn't going to go out of her way to talk to him, even if she was prepared to give him the time of day. He laughs. "Yeah, you got me. My Korean businessman disguise is really failing right?" he asks, gesturing to the way he is dressed and laughing again softly. "Actually, yes, you did. You dropped this," he says, fumbling in his pocket and pulling out a menu for a restaurant that he had picked up back in the airport. "I figured, 'hey that girl must be headed to dinner and I don't want her to miss out.'" He smirks. He knew his pickup line was cheesy, but that was how he worked, ironically and obviously being cheesy to show of his funny side. He holds the menu out to her, a grin spreading across his face as he shrugs a little.