As the plane taxied down the runway, Clara’s fidgeting increased. She kept looking at the dog, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. When the plane started to gain speed, she muttered to her seatmate, “I have a dog phobia, you know. Just so you’re aware.” The words seemed to justify her unease, but the loud tone was a clear attempt to make sure others heard.
Liam remained quiet, choosing not to engage. He could feel Atlas’s body shift slightly in response to the movement of the plane, but the dog was calm, as always. He rested his hand on the dog’s head, trying to reassure both of them. It was a familiar routine for him, but he had hoped for a quiet, uneventful flight.