The attendant returned before he could answer.
“Sir, please lower your voice and sit down.”
“Did she complain about me? She never said anything was wrong.”
“I asked you to move your leg several times,” I said.
“You’re exaggerating.” He turned to the attendant. “You asked her earlier, remember? She told you everything was fine.”
“Ma’am?”
For a moment, I wanted to disappear.
I could call it a misunderstanding. Josh could sit down, and everyone would stop watching.
But I’d already spent almost four hours avoiding this conversation.
“Yes,” I said. “I told you I was fine.”
Josh folded his arms.
“There you go.”
I faced the attendant.
“I said that because I didn’t want an argument. But I wasn’t fine. I’d already asked him to move several times.”
Josh shook his head.
“That’s not what happened.”
“It is.”
My voice was quieter than his, but I didn’t look away.
