Finally, after what seemed like ages, the flight attendant knelt beside Alyssa’s seat, lowering herself to eye level. Her voice was calm but strained, carefully controlled, as if every word had been weighed before being spoken. “I can’t tell you everything right away, ma’am, but please hold on,” she said, her eyes flicking briefly toward the cockpit.
She paused, then continued, choosing her words with visible care. “The seating has been changed a little on our recent flights.” The statement landed awkwardly, unfinished, as though Alyssa were supposed to understand something that hadn’t yet been explained.