Vigilant Observations
Post-call, Betty’s watch over the boy tightened. Each hand twitch or glance held potential distress she couldn’t ignore.
His fleeting eye contact suggested hidden truths, urging her protective instincts. Despite her role’s cheer, concern shadowed her every move. She was the boy’s silent guardian amidst the cabin’s oblivious buzz, her stewardess’s smile a mask for the worry gnawing at her.
