The woman stood firmly in the aisle, one hand gripping her designer handbag, the other holding a boarding pass she clearly believed settled the matter.
“You’re in my seat,” she repeated, this time louder.
A few nearby passengers glanced up. The flight attendant paused mid-step, sensing tension.
Daniel looked up calmly, folding his newspaper with unhurried precision. His expression didn’t change.
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