Just as the flight attendants were about to pass by again, Clara’s voice rose one more time. “Please, here, here…I don’t care if it’s a service dog. I can’t sit next to this animal for the entire flight. I want a new seat, or I’ll make sure I report you all.” The flight attendants pointedly ignored her this time.
The flight continued, with Clara visibly growing more agitated. She shifted restlessly in her seat, glancing at Atlas every few seconds, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. The dog, ever calm, remained seated at Liam’s feet, but Clara’s discomfort seemed to increase with each passing minute, her gaze fixed on him.