The woman stood and walked away and the showdown was on. The man was old – the grey beard gave it away, but his steely gaze was of a man ten years his junior; passionate, enthusiastic. He stated shooting me quick stares, a stare of a man that knew if the situation ended like we both expected it would only go one way – my way. I had the clear advantage, a fact we were both very aware of. He was on edge, and I only amplified the situation by purposefully keeping my eyes locked forward out of the window. I was determined not to give him the satisfaction of eye contact.

I decided to throw him a sly glance. The effect was as I desired. The perspiration started. He glanced over to the side. He wanted confirmation of something, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I looked away again. I was starting to relish in the situation. He was a prisoner of social niceties, and I was the dog without the morals free to shit on the carpet.

I decided to put him out of his misery. I looked at him and said nonchalantly:

You can sit there if you want mate.

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