Isabella's life is nothing out of the ordinary or at least that's how she feels. She's constantly daydreaming and scribbling down in her little black notebook afterwards. She does that all the time but mostly on the bus, unless she is really tired and her eyelids feel heavy. Sometimes she dreams, sometimes she doesn't. But never she thought she could have be woken up by a hard book cover just to find a pair of blue eyes staring at her so intensely she could swear she heard a crack on her own cover.