A flight attendant walked past, noticing the subtle tension in the air. Clara immediately turned toward her, raising her hand as if to signal a complaint. “Excuse me,” Clara said, her voice a little louder than necessary. “Is there any way to move this…dog? It’s too big, and I’m not comfortable with it.”
The flight attendant, looking at Clara and Liam, tried to remain calm. “Ma’am, the dog is a service animal, and he’s trained to remain calm. We can’t move him.” The attendant’s tone was polite but firm. She gave Liam a quick glance, offering a small, supportive smile before moving down the aisle. Clara, dissatisfied, muttered under her breath, “Ridiculous!”