Trusting Jake’s Plan
Figuring it was best to let Jake take charge, I slumped back into my aisle seat. Jake had seemed so sure of himself, I let my frustration simmer quietly, hoping he had the experience to handle it.
The seat didn’t feel as nice as my window spot, the space seeming so much tighter without the view.
I watched ‘Karen’ lean back with an air of undeserved victory, a glass of wine promptly arriving at her side.