THis is my story

This a story I have been working on ..... Let me know what you think
As she looked out the window of the plane as it soared over the clouds, she was sure she had made the right decision. Vernie always was sure about everything. She wrapped the scarf around her head and put on her big square sunglasses just as the pilot announced over the intercom, “We will be reaching Paris, France in forty-five minutes.”
Forty- five minutes, that’s all she had left of her old life. After that she would embark on a journey as a writer, free of the pressure from Indianapolis. Vernie clutched her only thing she brought, an old rucksack. She turned to the lady next to her, who had been quietly reading a magazine.
“Why are you going to Paris?” She asked
“Oh, well I live their, I was visiting my brother in Maine.”
“What is it like?” Vernie questioned, glad the lady wasn’t thinking she was a freak for talking to someone she didn’t know, Vernie was talkative.
“Maine?” The lady answered
“No” Vernie laughed, “I mean Paris.”
“Oh it is wonderful, a very nice place to go.”
“You don’t have a French accent, where are you from.”
“Oh I’m from Maine; my name is Bonnie by the way.”
“Oh, I’m Veronica, but you can call me Vernie.”
“Nice to meet you Vernie.”
“Where do you live in Paris?” Vernie asked.
“In a little apartment complex…………..”
As Bonnie rattled off the address of the complex Vernie looked at Bonnie’s face. It was heart shaped, with red hair that was cut very short. She has a blue bucket hat on with a red and blue striped tank top, along with white skirt, and finalized with some red flats. She had brown eyes. This was so unlike Vernie’s long brown hair that was tied in a knot in the back of her head, which was covered by a green scarf. Her big blue eyes were covered with brown boxy sunglasses. She had a white sundress on with green heels. Bonnie looked around her age…. 27. She continued to let her mind wander until something Bonnie said caught her attention.
“You live in that apartment complex?”
“You mean la petite mansion?” Bonnie answered
“Yeah, I’m living there to. I sent my furniture there last week.” Vernie replied.
“That’s neat.” Bonnie said looking genuinely happy that the girl sitting next to her would be living there in the same vicinity.
“Do you have a car?” Vernie asked, wondering how she was going to get to her new home
“Um… No I will take a taxi, you want to come.”
“Oui.” Vernie said smiling.
They chatted quietly as the plane soured over Europe, and Vernie’s phone, which had been silenced, kept receiving texts and calls form her mom. And when Vernie sat down on the ripping leather seat of the taxi, which smelled of cigars, she was amazed that she had found a person that did not think she was a talkative freak, and not the only girl who could become best friends with someone in all of three seconds.