The boy’s kicking continued, now taking on a rhythmic, almost methodical pattern. Thump. Thump. The repetitive noise was increasingly irritating, gnawing at his nerves. After enduring a few more forceful kicks, his patience snapped.
He whirled around in his seat and fixed the young boy with a stern, piercing glare. “You’ve got quite a bit of energy, don’t you?” Kevin said, his voice rising in frustration. Kevin’s outburst attracted the attention of nearby passengers, creating a brief, uncomfortable silence.