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“Uht be in my seat”

The man had his face buried in a Wall Street Journal, and he lowered the newspaper His lips pursed as if he had the right to be annoyed when he was sitting in my seat It took a few seconds for my eyes to make their way up to the rest of his face But when I did, rin

I blinked a few tie

Nope

Still there

Ugh

I shookme”

“Good to see you, Fifi”

No Just no The last feeeks had been shitty enough This couldn’t be happening

Weston Lockwood

Of all the planes, and all the damn people in the world, how on Earth could I be seated next to him? This had to be some sort of cruel joke

I looked around for an eht attendant who hadn’t been happy to take itated now

“Is there a proble for you to take your seat so we can push away froate”

“Yes I can’t sit here Is there another seat somewhere?”

She planted her hands on her hips “It’s the only open seat on the plane You really need to sit do, miss”

“But…”

“I’ to need to call security if you don’t take your seat”

I looked down at Weston, and the asshole had the audacity to smile

“Get up” I glared at him “I at least want theseat I’m supposed to have”

Weston looked at the flight attendant and flashed aforit” He winked as he stood and held out his hand “Please, take my seat”

I squinted so hard et out ofbody contact and slid into , I jammed my purse under the chair in front of me and buckled my belt

The flight attendant iht safety announceate