Isabel closed the door behind them, looping her arm through his.
She gave a small shake of the head. Beauty, as Isabel well knew, was a masque. "Stop that," she said gently, "I merely reflect the company I am with."
Waiting for the lift doors to open, she rested her head on his shoulder a minute. "I wonder how many stars will begin to shine as we walk. I like to watch them and name the ones that I know."