She hung up without bothering to say goodbye.

The gate agent called final boarding for the late flight to San Diego over the loudspeaker.

I showed my digital boarding pass, walked down the carpeted ramp, and found my seat four rows behind the first-class curtain.

The Boeing 737 pushed back from the gate at eleven thirty, its engines humming while the cabin crew ran through the safety checks.

We climbed through thick clouds over Long Island before turning west into smooth air.