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Moving to the next row, I put my things aside and crawl around, looking under the seats to the left and right, feeling around on the floor. A long pair of denim-clad legs are in front of me, and I look up to see a man sitting on the bench with a handful of popcorn on its way to his mouth. He keeps looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Sorry,” I whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I dropped my drink and my phone dropped and slipped somewhere in here. Mind if I look...? He hesitates a moment and then blinks, sitting up. — No, you can look. He puts his stand aside and stands up, pulling something out of his pocket. - Here. He flicks on his phone's flashlight and crouches down, illuminating under the seats. Immediately, I see my cell phone under the seat next to his and pick it up. Thank you, Lord. We both stand up and my shoulders relax. I can't buy another one now. I run my fingers over the screen to see if it has any scratches or if the glass has cracked. - He picked up? -