Isabella's POV
I had thought we were coming home for an intensive make out session, but Andreas didn't look like he was down for it and I was too shy to initiate. Besides, he was in a hurry to get a shower so I let him, while I just sat by the window, watching the people that had refused to leave.
"Well done, Isabella" I muttered to myself, mentally patting myself in the back. I used to like doing things quietly, but a lot had changed about me recently. I didn't seem to mind the spotlight and I was more daring, having little fear for things I used to be afraid of.
It seemed my life was changing faster than I could keep up with, but I actually liked it. This change came with a certain confidence that I never thought I had and I'm beginning to wonder if it has anything to do with Andreas.
