Four minutes in, I was reading the same sentence without taking it in.
He sat across from me, broad and well-dressed, in a crisp navy coat. His knees spread into the seats on either side. Both women beside him had their legs angled away from his.
The one on his left was young and held a toddler asleep against her shoulder.
She kept shifting, trying to make herself smaller. It wasn’t working.
“Excuse me,” she finally said. “Could you move your leg?”
“I’m a big guy.”
He barely glanced up from his phone.
“Your knee is in my seat.”
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