Now I wished she’d been sitting beside Lucas instead.
***
“Could you please move your arm?” I asked.
Lucas gave me an annoyed look.
“Could you please move your arm?”
“Where exactly should I put it?”
“On your side of the armrest.”
“These seats are tiny, lady.”
“Then we’re both having a bad afternoon.”
“These seats are tiny, lady.”
He raised his voice.
“Apparently, somebody expects first-class treatment!”
A man across the aisle chuckled.
Several people looked over.
My cheeks burned.
He raised his voice.
I hated being watched while having an argument.
Lucas noticed.
“Relax. I’m trying to get comfortable.”
“So am I.”
“Then stop making everything difficult.”
I hated being watched.
I almost apologized.
The word was already forming when I caught myself.
Instead, I looked toward the end of the carriage.
The conductor was walking toward us.
