The tension starts to rise
Whispers started spreading among the passengers, filling the cabin like an uneasy hum. Laura leaned closer to the pilot, talking quietly so only he could hear.
I stood there awkwardly, feeling the impatience rising. Cynthia continued to ignore us, pretending like this wasn’t her problem at all, but Richard just stared out the window.
The plane’s air-conditioning hummed steadily, adding to the tension in the cramped cabin.