I looked at his empty seat.
And I remembered his words.
“If you’re not using the space, what’s the problem?”
I smiled as an idea occurred to me.
Well, perhaps Josh could have all the space he wanted. He just wouldn’t be borrowing mine.
I spotted the flight attendant and raised my hand.
“Could I ask about changing seats?”
“Is something wrong, ma’am?”
“The man beside me keeps pushing into my seat. I’ve asked him to move, but my hip’s been aching.”
She glanced at Josh’s empty seat.
“Where is he now?”
“Restroom. I thought I’d ask while I could get out without another argument.”
“I’m sorry you’ve been uncomfortable. I have an empty aisle seat two rows back. Would you like it?”
“Please. And I should’ve told you earlier when you asked if everything was all right.”
“We can talk about that once you’re settled.”
