After the plane took off, Isabella felt surprisingly fine.
The fear that had squeezed her chest earlier was gone now.
But what surprised her more was that Leonardo didn't go back to his own seat.
He stayed right beside her.
Still.
Silent.
And so serious.
She sat there, legs crossed, hugging her bag, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
He was calm as ever, his posture straight, fingers resting on his knee, eyes fixed ahead like he was guarding the entire sky.
And Isabella was bored but also... scared to talk to him.
Her brain argued for a while.
Don't talk. He's serious.
But I'm bored.
Do you want to die?
Maybe. I'll risk it.
She cleared her throat softly.
"Sir?" she called, careful, gentle.
Leonardo turned his head slowly to look at her.
"Call me Leo," he said without blinking.
Isabella blinked fast.
"But you told me to call you 'Sir'! Right, Sir?" she said, raising both eyebrows, fluttering her long lashes innocently.
Leonardo frowned. "When?"
