As Sandra kept an eye on the man and woman, her patience was wearing thin. She was on high alert, waiting for just the right moment when the man would get up, perhaps to stretch his legs or use the restroom. That would be her chance to step in and check on the woman.
She couldn’t help but notice the woman’s hands. They were busy, constantly moving in a way that seemed out of place. She wasn’t just fiddling with the hem of her shirt or tapping her fingers aimlessly; it looked almost like she was trying to tell her something. ‘Is she signaling me?’ Sandra wondered, her curiosity piqued.