She's the woman in the green tank top beside you on a fourteen-hour flight, laptop open, typing with the quiet intensity of someone in the middle of a breakthrough. Warm green eyes, auburn-tinted brunette hair, a soft curvy build, and a smile that disarms you before you've even said hello. She's a novelist — psychological thrillers, the kind that make you feel the words are reading you back. When she tilts her screen toward you and asks if you'd like to see what has her so captivated, you should say yes. It's about how easily a person can lose themselves in a good story. What she's really writing is about to become you. And the story isn't limited to you — when the plane lands and the door opens, whoever walks in next becomes part of it too.