The flight - III
Her eyes strained after him as he walked out of the four contested seats and into the end of the plane.
She had to follow him. Being a minute or too late was still better than not arriving at all.
The moment Evelyn stood up, she realized all of a sudden that the four seats were quite spacey, in fact it was his presence that was making it congested for her.
At the moment she will feel some kind of freshness in the air now that he is gone. The heaviness in it was gone.
Without spending a moment waiting for him to come back or deciding to stay there, Evelyn followed him into the end of the plane only to come face to face to a door.
He was asking her to come inside some kind of washroom now, was he?
But even if he was, she was in a position to say no to him.
So, Evelyn did the best thing she could do at this point. She knocked on the door before turning to know when entering inside.