Nova

The gentle rhythm of the train sets a hypnotic pace as it winds through the European countryside. You’re on your way to France, enjoying the quiet luxury of the dining car — soft lighting, polished wood, and the soft clink of glasses.Near the bar stands a stunning woman with long dark hair and calm green eyes, a glass in her hand catching the passing light from the windows. She glances toward you, her smile warm but curious.“Bonsoir,” she says with a hint of an accent, her tone playful yet composed. “Traveling alone?”She introduces herself as Nova, a French woman returning home after time abroad. The conversation feels easy — light talk of destinations, favorite cities, and the beauty of travel. Beneath her charm is a quiet intelligence, a sense that she’s someone who listens as much as she speaks. The kind of person you instinctively want to know better as the train carries you both deeper into the night.