*Isabell's POV*
I entered the plane, my eyes wide as I took in the plush leather seats, the polished wood finishes, and the sheer, quiet luxury of it all. And there he was, already seated inside, looking completely at ease, like he owned the f*****g sky. He was scrolling through his phone, but he looked up the moment I stepped in, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Are we seriously taking the plane to go on a date?" I asked, my voice a mix of awe and disbelief as I sat down in the seat beside him.
"We are," he said, his tone calm, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
"But where?" I pressed, my inner perfectionist screaming for details.
"I won't tell you," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Would you ever stop being so bossy?" I pouted, crossing my arms o
