I tried again to free my arm.
“Then let go of me!”
“When you have deleted the video and apologized.”
The metro had already left the Hôtel de Ville station. I knew the next stop was Saint-Paul, but those minutes seemed endless.
The old lady continued speaking into the intercom, explaining which carriage we were in. Then she turned back to him.
“My boy, I’m seventy-two years old. I’ve seen enough people like you. You’re only brave when you think the other person can’t defend themselves.”
“Mind your own business, granny!”
“That’s what I’m doing. But I’m also keeping an eye on the hand you’re holding that woman with.”
Near us was another passenger, a woman in her fifties with a large shopping bag. Until then, she hadn’t intervened, but seeing that the man wouldn’t leave me alone, she approached.
