“Lady, she’s just asking you to move a little.”
“Did I ask for your opinion?” she snapped.
He shook his head, and I sank back into my seat.
Every time I adjusted my legs, my knees touched the back of her chair. Eventually, she spun around.
“Would you stop kicking my seat?”
“I’m not kicking it. I literally can’t move.”
“Then sit still.”
“My back is hurting.”
“Well, that’s unfortunate.”
I stayed quiet, though Daniel’s words echoed in my head.