When Josh returned, he stopped beside his empty seat and looked around. Then he spotted me sitting comfortably behind him. His face tightened, and he marched toward my new seat. “What the hell did you do?” he demanded loudly enough for nearby passengers to turn around.
I looked up at him calmly. “I asked you several times to respect my space. You refused, so I spoke to the flight attendant.” He started accusing me of exaggerating, insisting he had done nothing wrong. Before I could respond, the gentleman sitting beside my new seat spoke up. “I watched the whole thing. She was more patient with you than most people would have been.” Josh’s expression changed instantly, but what happened next surprised me even more.
