She checked the number slowly, comparing it to the rows around it, her movements careful, deliberate. She checked Alyssa’s ticket and other documents again. Alyssa couldn’t hold back from asking, “Can you please explain what seems to be the problem?”
Alyssa opened her mouth to ask more, but the attendant avoided her eyes completely as she said, “It’s just a procedural delay, ma’am. We’re waiting for groundstaff to confirm.” The rehearsed reply felt intentional, as if meeting Alyssa’s gaze might force her to explain something she wasn’t allowed to say.