That was a maybe. So she would break her own rule. It's important to her to find out where we know each other from. Interesting.
I smile, maybe a bit too warmly. "Take all the time you need."
Now she's nibbling on her lower lip. Even if her fingers weren't playing with each other, I'd know what that means.
I'll soon learn her secret.
I should be satisfied, but I turn to the window with regret and uncertainty. We're already very close to the ground, and I wonder how time could pass so quickly. It feels like we just started our descent a few seconds ago, and now we're touching down on the runway with a gentle jolt.
Sky immediately reaches for her phone again—once more. Does she have a boyfriend with whom she exchanges sweet love messages?
As so often before, she looks disappointed. Her lover probably isn't responding.
"He'll probably get back to you soon." I peel myself out of the seat and sling my shoulder bag over my shoulder, pretending not to watch her. But in reality, I observe her reaction down to the smallest detail.
Everything is important, even the vehement shaking of her head as she puts her phone away.
So she doesn't have a boyfriend, at least not one she's waiting for a message from.
Interesting.
The ringing of her phone breaks the silence between us. Sky frantically rummages through her handbag. She pulls out her mobile phone, checks the display, and becomes even paler than she already is.
"I..." she stammers. "Wait here."
She barely finishes her sentence before she turns and rushes to the exit.
I stare after her, bewildered.
What the hell was that just now? What call could shake her like that? Could it have something to do with her father?
I mentally add the question to my list, saunter up to the front, and peek out of the jet.
Sky stands at the foot of the stairs. The wind blows her hair into her face, and her words are carried in the wrong direction. I can only read her body language to figure out what's going on inside her. And it's incredibly tense.
