Prompt

Inside a first-class cabin on a U.S. commercial flight at the gate in late afternoon, cool white overhead lighting and soft window daylight. Althia Vance (early 30s Black woman, slim, natural curls in a messy bun, charcoal cashmere hoodie, worn sneakers) sits buckled in seat 1A holding up a digital boarding pass, calm but tense. Bradford Sterling (early 40s white American man, tall, expensive navy suit, slick blond hair, flushed with entitlement) looms in the aisle, leaning into her space while a uniformed airport police officer stands behind him, hand near his belt. Medium shot follows Bradford’s aggressive step closer; close-up on Althia’s steady eyes as she says, “I paid for this seat. I’m not moving.” Cut to Bradford’s sneer as he snaps, “Then you can walk off this plane.” Passengers in nearby seats freeze, a few phones lifting. The air feels tight and hostile, low bass tension building. No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays.

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Inside a first-class cabin on a U.S. commercial flight at the gate in late afternoon, cool white overhead lighting an...

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