When I thought that, I took off my headphones and waved to the woman. "Miss, come here. Sit over here."
She waved her hands repeatedly in refusal, but I pulled her down to sit on my seat.
“Sit down. I'm tired from sitting too long anyway. You rest. I'll tell you when I get tired.”
The woman looked at me, then the tears she'd been holding on for so long finally fell. She wiped her egg-covered hands on her clothes, then took my hands.
“Young lady, I don't have any money. I know I can't repay this kindness with money, but rest assured—when we get off the train and I see my husband, he'll thank you properly.”
I smiled politely in response and turned around to the space between the train cars.
Part of the reason was that I feared she would feel uneasy sitting while I stood there. The other was that I refused to see Daisy's deadpan expression any longer.
Since I was the one who gave up the seat, I thought, even though Daisy was a bit of a jerk, this time, nothing could possibly go wrong.
But just two stops later, another loud commotion erupted in the train car again.