Sandra mustered a quick, apologetic smile towards the man, trying to convey a sense of harmless intent. “Just thought this belonged to her,” she explained with a nervous chuckle, attempting to diffuse the tension. Without waiting for his response, she retreated back to the safety of the galley, her heart racing. From her new vantage point, she continued to observe the pair, ensuring she maintained a safe distance to avoid arousing further suspicion.
Despite the setback, Sandra’s attention didn’t waver. She noted how the woman resumed her mysterious hand gestures whenever the man’s attention was elsewhere—engrossed in his phone or gazing out the window. These movements weren’t random; they were deliberate, almost like a silent language only she spoke. ‘Is she trying to tell me something?’ Sandra wondered, her instincts telling her there was more to these signals than met the eye.