His weathered hands, rough from years of hard work, often gestured animatedly as he spoke, making his stories come alive. Kristen felt a deep longing for those moments, remembering the wisdom and warmth that surrounded her when he was near.
“Excuse me,” she said, her voice steady, though excitement buzzed beneath her words. “Would you like my seat?” The man turned slowly, his eyebrows lifting in mild surprise. “Ma’am?” Kristen gestured to her plush business class seat.