Just then, the door to the lounge swung open, and in walked Captain Harrington. Known for his commanding presence and deep connection with his crew and passengers, he was a man whose very walk spoke of authority tempered with kindness. The room fell silent as all eyes turned towards him.
The captain approached the group, his eyes warm yet firm. “Is there a problem here?” he asked, his voice calm but carrying an undertone that demanded respect.
The man in the blazer was quick to respond, “Captain, I don’t mean to cause a scene, but it seems there’s been an oversight. This woman doesn’t belong here.”
Captain Harrington turned his gaze to the older woman, and a smile spread across his face. “Ah, Mrs. Davenport,” he said warmly. “I’m thrilled to see you again. It’s been too long since we’ve had the pleasure of your company.”
