Richard’s lips curled.
“Excuse me,” he said, tapping her shoulder. “This is first class.”
She looked up, startled. “Yes. I’m in 4A.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded and showed her boarding pass with a shy smile.

Muttering under his breath, Richard slid into 4B, wincing as their arms brushed. The first thing he did was press the call button for the flight attendant.

An Awkward Start

When the attendant arrived, Richard leaned closer. “There must be another seat. This one’s… cramped. Some of us actually paid for this section.”

The woman beside him turned toward the window, her cheeks pink.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the attendant