"You're welcome."
His voice was as deep as I had expected it to be and it shook something inside of me. This was all bad!
I had to get out!
I took a sip of the water not really focusing on it at all. I made one last effort to be cordial before I made my retreat away from the close confines of this little kitchen area and the man whose presence seemed to dominate the atmosphere of it so completely.
"Thank you again. You didn't have to get up."
"It was worth it for the view." He said matter-of-factly.
I blinked and then burning with anger at his apparent crudity I hotly said, "Excuse me?"
The question was of course rhetorical and meant only to garner an apology for his rudeness of context. His response was given in an even tone that had no budge to it.
"You heard me."
I felt hot blood rush to my face and I had the sudden urge to hit him. Instead I slammed down the glass of water and stalked back into the cab of the plane towards my seat. I was halfway there when I realized that my first reason for getting up had not been satisfied. I had to go to the bathroom.
My face now completely red from a mixture of embarrassment and anger I turned to go back. I kept myself from meeting the hard gray eyes of the insufferable man who still lounged against the countertop within the kitchenette and stepped into the tiny compartment of the restroom facility that was nearby.
Upon leaving the restroom I headed back down the aisle to my seat. I felt the heat of his eyes tracing my form as I went. I did my best to curb the sway of my walk, but I was a wide hipped girl and there was little to be done.
I glanced back to the galley when I reached Koke who was still asleep. The big stranger was still there leaning up against the counter with his eyes trained on me. He lifted his free hand and flashed five fingers and then flashed four after that.
Molten anger coursed throughout me at the realization that he just rated my derrière a nine out of ten!
I thought about waking Koke to tell him to go beat the man up, but the beat down would likely go the opposite way in short order. Angrily I made my way past Koke who came awake startled at my disruption of his sleep.
He looked as if he was still caught in the lingering moments of a dream not quite sure what reality was yet.