I’m not the jealous type, so I just smiled to myself: “Alright, let her sit there.”

But about half an hour into the flight, I noticed that she was behaving… let’s say, a bit too freely.

She whispered flirtatiously to my husband, laughed at every single thing he said, even though he replied briefly. Every now and then she would “accidentally” touch his hand, ask him to pass her some water, or fetch her bag from under the seat.

My husband behaved like a gentleman, but with zero interest. Everything would have been fine, if she hadn’t suddenly put her long legs up on the seat in front – right in front of my husband’s face – as if deliberately showing off every line of her body.