Then back at me.
“It’s a window seat. I prefer the window.”
“So do I.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Then moving shouldn’t be a big deal.”
Dad said something in Spanish.
I looked at him.
“What?”
He said, “I like you very much right now.”
I laughed.
The man looked between us.
Then a flight attendant approached.
“Is there a problem?”
I showed her my boarding pass.
“No problem. I think he’s just in my seat.”
She checked his boarding pass.
Then looked at him.
“Sir, you’re in 24B.”
He said, “I was just asking if she’d switch.”
The flight attendant looked at me.
“Would you like to switch?”
“No, thank you.”
She nodded.
Then looked at him.
“You’ll need to move to 24B.”
That was it.
He gathered his things and moved.
I passed by and sat in the window seat.
Dad slid into the aisle seat.
Which meant the man was now sitting between us.
