C7 The Stranger

The plane's interior was a symphony of hushed whispers and rustling papers. I sank into my seat, my gaze drawn to Joana, who sat beside me. Her eyes were fixed on me, a curious intensity in their depths.

"What is it?" I asked, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.

"You're amazing," she said, her voice soft but firm. "The way you handle this... it's incredible."

I felt a warmth spread through me