Then that passenger got off.
The bully’s knees snapped together
A woman in a gray cardigan took his place, holding her purse in her lap with both hands.
Slowly, that knee drifted outward again.
An inch. Then two.
She noticed. I saw her notice.
She pressed herself against the wall of the carriage, and he glanced down at her discomfort.
That knee drifted outward again.
And he smiled.
I kept the phone pointed toward him long enough to catch that smile, then stopped recording.
He’d made room for the man without being asked.
The women had asked politely, and he’d enjoyed refusing them.
And I knew exactly how to deal with him now.
He’d enjoyed refusing them.
I opened a message thread.
“Need a favor.”
I added the carriage details and what I needed.
The reply came while I watched the screen.
I read it twice, then put the phone in my pocket.
