He shifted and adjusted, trying to find a position that didn’t leave his legs aching. The elderly woman sitting next to him gave him an annoyed look. “Would you stop fidgeting so much, young man?” she reprimanded. “Some of us are trying to relax.”
“Sorry,” Jose mumbled, leaning back with a sigh. This was going to be an excruciatingly long five hours. Staring out the window, Jose accepted his situation. A few more hours of discomfort, and he’d be home. He needed to stay positive.