Back in the forward galley, Sarah poured Leo a fresh cup of coffee and offered a quiet, amused briefing on the conditions in the rear cabin. “Row 42 isn’t treating our friends very kindly,” Sarah whispered with a smirk, leaning against the counter. “The passenger in 41A fully reclined their seat about ten minutes ago. Julian’s knees are practically jammed under his chin.”
Leo chuckled softly, taking a sip of his coffee. “Did he try offering them a hundred-dollar bill to move it back up?” “He didn’t even press the call button,” Sarah replied. “I think he finally realized that corporate name-dropping doesn’t buy you extra pitch in row 42. They’re just sitting there in total silence, waiting out the rest of the flight.”