The blonde woman continued to grumble loudly, ensuring everyone around could hear her complaints. “These seats are ridiculous. There’s no room at all. At least let me keep my feet on the armrest between us,” she demanded, her entitlement evident in her tone.
Jason’s patience snapped. “Your feet are smelly and intrusive! This isn’t your personal lounge,” he retorted, his voice raised just enough to attract the attention of nearby passengers. The woman’s eyes widened in shock and anger.