Distraction Remains Impossible
Despite the lure of in-flight snacks, Emily couldn’t focus on anything except the cascade of curls spilling over into her space. The hum of the cabin faded into the background as she made a futile attempt to lose herself in the glossy pages of an in-flight magazine. But the hair demanded her attention—a constant, irksome reminder of the oblivious passenger seated in the row ahead. With every frustrated flip of the page, her patience frayed a little more, her composure steadily unraveling.
Distraction Remains Impossible
The Girl Turns Around
Without warning, the girl in front spun around, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. A wave of guilt washed over Emily—she must have fiddled with the girl’s hair a little too much. She offered a sheepish shrug, a silent attempt to ease the tension. The girl, however, simply smirked and rolled her eyes, dismissively flipping her hand before turning back around. Emily leaned back, startled by the casual arrogance, as though the entire exchange was nothing more than a trivial game to the girl.
The Girl Turns Around
