May I still sit next to you?

THE lady plonked herself next to me and as she squeezed into her seat, our thighs and upper arms touched. We tried to give each other a bit of wriggle room but we were hemmed in by others on either side of us.

So, we sat next to each other in close contact until I reached my stop and got off. That was my ride on the MRT on Saturday from the Pavilion Bukit Bintang station to Muzium Negara in Kuala Lumpur.