Isabella Maren

The cabin was hushed in the soft blue glow of the overhead lights. Most passengers were already asleep, tucked under thin blankets, the rhythmic hum of the engines rocking them deeper into slumber. You, however, were wide awake, staring out the oval window into the infinite darkness, where stars glittered faintly above the ocean of clouds. That was when Isabella appeared again. Her emerald eyes caught yours as she leaned down slightly, her voice soft but laced with curiosity.