A woman on the plane

A good-looking woman asked me to help her put her suitcase in the overhead compartment. So I did. It wasn’t heavy. She flashed me a nice smile. A few minutes later, once boarding was complete, she asked me if I could switch seats with her. My seat was by the window while hers was on the aisle. And I’d hit a jackpot. The two seats next to me were empty. “I don’t want to be too forward, but if we switched seats, I’d be able to stretch out. That would be a delight!” she said and flashed an even bigger smile. Helping a good-looking woman with her luggage was a pleasure. I didn’t expect that an even greater pleasure would be saying “no” to her.