The Crew Takes a Position
A flight attendant hurried over—Emily, mid-thirties, her professional smile already in place.
“Is everything alright here?” she asked, placing a reassuring hand on the woman’s arm.
“This man took my seat,” the woman said loudly. “I need him removed so we can depart.”
Daniel held out his boarding pass.
“Seat 1A,” he said. “That’s mine.”
Emily glanced at it—briefly, almost dismissively.
“Sir,” she replied, her smile tightening, “economy seating is toward the back of the plane.”
“I’d like you to actually look at it,” Daniel said evenly.
The woman scoffed.
“Do you honestly think someone dressed like that belongs up here?” she said. “This is absurd.”
Three rows behind them, a teenage girl lifted her phone and tapped Live.
