Jason’s patience snapped. He turned in his seat, glaring at her. “Could you please stop kicking my seat?” he demanded, his voice barely restrained. The blonde woman looked up from her phone, feigning innocence. “I’m not kicking your seat. It’s just cramped back here.”
Jason’s frustration was palpable. “I don’t care if it’s cramped. Stop kicking my seat,” he said through gritted teeth. The woman merely shrugged and went back to her phone, dismissing him entirely.