I’d expected an ordinary train ride to my mother’s birthday, but the stranger beside me had other plans. He made himself comfortable at my expense, then laughed when I asked him to stop. I was ready to give up my seat until I noticed something about his behavior that gave me an idea.
“You’re seriously reporting me?” the shirtless man demanded. “Even after I apologized?”
I looked at the conductor standing beside our seats.
The man turned toward me.
“Come on, lady. I’ve already apologized!”
Funny: an hour earlier, he hadn’t even cared enough to ask my name.
Now he was acting like we were old friends.
The conductor reached for his report sheet.
My seatmate grabbed his ticket.
“Wait! You can’t put that in writing!”
I looked at the man who’d spent the afternoon making me miserable.
For once, he was the uncomfortable one.
And I wasn’t about to rescue him.
***
I’m Gabby; I’m 28, and I was traveling to my mother’s birthday dinner.
I’d booked a window seat on a four-hour train ride because I wanted a quiet afternoon before helping her prepare for the party.
That plan lasted 20 minutes.
The air-conditioning stopped working.
Within minutes, the carriage felt like an oven.
People opened water bottles, fanned themselves, and complained about the heat.
Every seat was occupied.
The man beside me sighed loudly.
I glanced over.
He was around 40, with a large travel bag wedged beneath his legs.
His ticket had been checked earlier, and I’d heard the conductor call him Lucas.
“It’s pretty awful,” I agreed.
Lucas started unbuttoning his shirt.
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