“It’s called man-spreading.”
His gaze flicked to me. “What?”
I gestured towards the way his legs were spread widely, taking up much of the space around him. “How you’re sitting,” I clarified. “Manspreading.”
Matteo didn’t respond, only sat back, rested his arm behind me on the bench, and then, like he was simply getting comfortable, stretched his legs out a little more.
Dickhead.
I rolled my eyes and returned to surveying my surroundings.
Central Park. A staple in every tourist’s plan to sightsee, and a common spot for families to spend an outing, or for joggers to go on their runs. Today was one of those cold but sunny days in New York City. The sun was waddling along between thin clouds, and the air was clean and tinged with the lingering bite of frost.
There were lots of peo
