Jose smiled as he turned back to his seat, hoping that he might still enjoy a peaceful journey with only the soft murmurs and the distant hum of the engines to accompany him.
However, as soon as he faced forward again, the boy’s grin grew wider, and he prepared to deliver another firm kick to the back of Jose’s seat. But the kicking didn’t stop with just one attempt. It resumed with a steady rhythm, as if the boy was using Jose’s seat as a drum.