The man strutted through the aisle. He had been down these aisles several times every day for the last five years. He knew the faces of everyone sitting along the walkway. They all smiled up at him when he passed by. All except one.
Five rows from the back of the room, on his right, was a young woman who looked at him but never smiled. Their eyes would meet, and she'd acknowledge him. She smiled at everyone, but never at him. She would laugh unrestrainedly with them but remain quiet whenever he approached. She didn't like him.296Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbPZ5yxn9O
