Holding Onto Positivity
I bent down to meet Jacob’s gaze, offering him a reassuring smile. “Hey, we’ll have our seats really soon, alright?” I said, infusing my voice with as much optimism as I could muster. When he smiled back, a wave of protective determination washed over me. “We’ve got this,” I whispered again, as if those simple words alone could tip the balance in our favor. The eyes of the entire plane might have been on us, but my world had narrowed to one goal—keeping Jacob calm and hopeful.
Holding Onto Positivity
Brenda’s Smug Demeanor
Brenda sank deeper into her chair, her expression radiating a defiant confidence that seemed to say, “What can they really do?” She casually flipped through a magazine, completely unbothered. I could hardly believe her audacity—how could she remain so calm? Meanwhile, the rest of us stood awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably in the tense silence. It felt like the stillness before a storm, and I couldn’t imagine what, if anything, might finally compel her to move.
Brenda’s Smug Demeanor
