“Are you blind?” the man barked at her. His voice was sharp, breaking her from the trance. “What’s the matter with you? Can’t you see there are two people sitting here?” “Who is she?” Emily asked, her voice shaky, almost inaudible.
The man stared at her, clearly confused. He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?” “Who the hell is she?” Emily’s voice grew louder as panic set in. The tears came before she could stop them. The woman at the table, a stranger to Emily, turned to face her, a look of annoyance spreading across her features.
“A stewardess? Really?” she scoffed. “Wow, just when I thought I’d give you another chance.” She stood up and grabbed her handbag, as if ready to leave. “Luke, tell me. Who is she?” Emily’s voice cracked. She couldn’t make sense of it, her mind racing with a thousand questions.
The man looked at her again, his confusion deepening. “Luke? Who the hell is Luke?” he asked, his voice distant. Emily’s world crumbled. Her knees felt weak, her vision blurred with fresh tears. The woman beside him also looked at Emily, confused, and somewhat embarrassed.