you were sat in my reserved train seat and refused to move so i sat on your lap and now weāre both too annoyed and awkwardly turned on to move :D
Itās his fault, Iris argues. She shouldnāt have to move from her spot just because some tall, lanky jerk needs more space for his too-long limbs. He should have reserved a seat to his preference like the rest of the passengers.
And yeah, maybe there could have been a better way of handling the situation rather than plainly plopping herself into his lap after he refused to move, but he clearly instigated her reaction.Ā
āI hope youāre happy with yourself,ā Iris mumbles, arms crossed and fidgeting to find any part of him that is comfortable to rest against. Which, in all honesty, isnāt so hard once sheās off his bony knees.
He clears his throat behind her and shifts in his - no, her seat. āCould you maybe not do that?ā
āHey,ā she glares over her shoulder at him. āIf youāre allowed to get comfortable in my spot, then I should be allowed the same luxury.ā Just as she adjusts herself simply to annoy him this time, the unmistakable hardness under her bum makes her freeze. Oh. Oh. Sheās certain that her face might actually set to flame. āI think Iām okay now.ā
āHeh. Well, now that parts of us are acquainted, Iām Barry Allen.ā