I’d splurged on a premium economy seat for this journey. At my age, every inch of legroom feels like a gift from above. As I settled in, feeling good about my choice, the young man next to me cleared his throat.
“Hi there,” he said, flashing a grin.
“I’m Torin. I hate to ask, but could you switch seats with my wife?
We just got married, and, well… you know.”
I gave him my warmest smile. “Congratulations, Torin!
That’s wonderful.
Where’s your wife sitting?”
He pointed to the back of the plane, his smile fading. “That’s Vespera, back in economy.”
I’m no stranger to love, but I’d paid extra for this seat, and my old bones needed the comfort. “Torin,” I said kindly, “I understand, but I paid a lot for this seat because I need the space.
If you’d like to cover the difference—about a thousand Australian dollars—I’d be happy to switch.”
Torin’s face darkened.
“A thousand dollars? You’re joking.”
I shook my head.
“I’m sorry, dear. That’s the deal.
Otherwise, I’m staying here.”
As I popped in my earbuds, I caught Torin’s glare.
If looks could kill, I’d have been gone right then. “You’ll regret this,” he muttered under his breath. I didn’t know it yet, but those words were about to turn my peaceful flight into a war zone.
It started with the coughing—not a little throat-clearing, but loud, hacking fits that made me wonder if I should grab a mask.
“You alright, Torin?” I asked, trying to stay calm. He shot me a look that could sour milk.
“Never better,” he wheezed, then launched into another fit. Just as I was about to offer him a cough drop, Torin upped the game.
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