The scowl on her face twisted into a look of disbelief, then mortification. She got the message. With a huff, she pulled the book off her hair and yanked the long strands back over her headrest. This time, they stayed. She shot me one final, furious glare before burying her face back in her phone.
I finally leaned back, a small, private smile on my face. The rest of the flight was blissfully quiet. The lesson wasn’t a lecture or a public spectacle. It was a silent, clever victory—a simple act of reclaiming my space and getting the peace I had craved from the very beginning
