I leaned toward her and quietly explained what I had in mind. She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, you’re actually doing that? You’re my queen,” she whispered, winking at me.

The man was snoring. She leaned closer.

“By the way, I’m Diane,” she whispered.

“Rebecca.”

“Well, Rebecca, this is officially the most entertaining flight I’ve ever taken.”

He remained oblivious.

“Just promise you’ll warn me if he wakes up.”

Diane nodded gravely.

“Consider me your lookout.”

I reached beneath the seat ahead of me, retrieved my carry-on, and eased the zipper open.