Returning Emily's Scarf

I stared intensely at the business card. Was that really her cellphone number?

Emily Ratajkowski had been sitting next to me on my flight to LA. I had watched as she de-stressed for sleep by masturbating alongside me. I had even caressed her legs to enhance her post orgasmic bliss.

I had found her scarf by her seat after she'd disembarked and now here I was in a toilet cubicle, holding a business card that had fallen out of the scarf. On it were written her twitter handle and a phone number.

I began to consider the po