Her pulse still racing slightly, Isabel rested her head against his and closed her eyes. It was a sweet moment, and a necessary one, as she was still having trouble believing that he was really here. She needed those few extra beats to try and calm her mind again.
Had he taken a seat first, Isabel would have slid herself into the same side of the booth with him. But as it was, she settled for holding onto his hand across the table. "Tell me," she squeezed his hand tightly. "Tell me everything about where you're from."