As the plane continued its smooth flight, Carl could feel the tension in his body. He held the cup of ice-cold water, its chill seeping into his fingers. He glanced back briefly, noticing the young boy still grinning mischievously, his feet poised for another round of kicks. The mother, still engrossed in her magazine, remained oblivious to the situation brewing behind her.
Carl took a deep breath, steadying his nerves for what he was about to do. He had to time this perfectly. He waited, the cold water condensing on the outside of the cup, forming tiny droplets that slid down onto his hand.