His eyes darted toward the front of the plane, and Kristen saw it—a glimmer of something she couldn’t quite place. Panic? No, it was too fleeting, too subtle, but unmistakable. His face, previously flushed with a casual warmth, paled slightly.
The confidence she had imagined in him earlier seemed to fade away. His hand, which had rested casually on the armrest, twitched slightly. It was a small movement, barely noticeable, but she saw how his fingers flexed awkwardly before he reached up to adjust his collar.