Within seconds, his knee pressed into her coat.
“Sir,” she said, leaning toward him so he could hear. “Could you give me a little room?”
He sighed like she’d asked him to carry her home.
“I’m six-four. Where exactly do you want my legs to go?”
“Just in front of you, dear.”
That did it. I closed my book.
“She shouldn’t have to sit sideways because you want two seats.”
His head snapped toward me.
“Nobody asked you.”
“She’s asking you.”