ISABELLA
I shivered from head to toe when I heard the sound of scratching on the glass.
He leaned forward, and I stepped back like he was about to come straight through the surface.
But he just seemed to be checking how the helmet fit.
Even so, my heart went crazy, and I stared wide-eyed at the neon face on his visor.
It looked like one of those creepy Halloween jack-o’-lanterns.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and dared to lean in.
“You really can’t hear me? Hi...” I whispered against the cold surface.
I was fascinated by those pulsing lights, like some drunk moth in front of a way-too-bright lamp.
“Win for me, baby, and I swear you’ll be my favorite forever,” I added once I was sure he was only using the glass as a mirror and couldn’t see through it.
After a pause, he headed
