As she pushed the drink cart down the aisle, she kept stealing glances at the woman, trying to catch her eye and offer a reassuring smile. She was ready to act, to offer help or just a listening ear, as soon as she saw an opening. Her resolve was clear, backed by a mix of concern and a dash of hope that she could make a difference.

After waiting for almost two hours, Sandra finally saw her opportunity when the man went to the bathroom. Seizing the chance, Sandra concocted a quick excuse to approach the woman.  She turned to her colleague, “Hey, I think I left my pen near that seat by the window, mind if I check real quick while you handle this row?” Her voice was calm, masking the urgency she felt inside. Her colleague, busy with the cart and unaware of Sandra’s true intent, simply nodded, allowing Sandra to move toward the woman under the pretense of searching for a lost item.