“It’s nice to see you again, Bradley. How are your feet?”
Someone snorted, and several others started laughing. Bradley hesitated before reluctantly shaking my hand.
“I had no idea you worked here.”
“And I had no idea you worked here. Small world.”
His face reddened. I surveyed the table.
“I believe Bradley was just telling you about an interesting flight.”
The laughter faded. Bradley swallowed hard.
“Well, I… It wasn’t exactly…”
“Oh, please, don’t stop on my account. I’d love to hear the version where you explain why your bare foot was on my armrest.”
A man near the window dropped his pen.
“Your WHAT?” someone exclaimed.
Bradley glanced anxiously from one colleague to another.
“It was a misunderstanding!”
“Really? Because I remember asking you to move it several times.”
