For the next half hour, I enjoyed having room to move. My hip still ached, but I finished two chapters and ate the pretzels I’d saved.
Then Josh appeared beside my row.
“Look, Celeste, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
“All right.”
He glanced toward the attendant.
“So we’re good? Because I don’t want this turning into some official complaint.”
I closed my book.
“I haven’t decided whether I’ll report it.”
His expression hardened.
“Look, I travel for work all the time. I don’t need a complaint attached to my name over something like this.”
“Then you should’ve listened when I asked you to move.”
Josh rubbed his forehead.
“You’re really going to make trouble for me over a cramped airplane seat?”
“You decided my space was yours.”
He looked away, then lowered his voice.
“Just promise me you won’t file anything.”
