Question the stewardess.

Josef knew several ways he wanted to react to the woman’s actions. However, he also knew he did NOT want to embarrass himself on a plane full of people who were all heading to his (and possibly also their) hometown. Finally, he stood, walking towards the stewardess, trying to avoid staring at her ass, until he found himself literally bumping into it.

She stood straight up when they made this contact.

“Oof!” she said, turning her head to look in his eyes. “Excuse me, Sir!”

“No!” Josef replied. “Please, excuse me! What did you want a minute ago when you looked at me while pointing to the bathroom?”

“Dios mio!!” she said, allowing him to hear that accent that aroused him further. “That is precisely what I wanted!!”

“You wanted the bathroom?!” he asked her, confused. “Then why looking at me?!”

“No!!” she replied, cutting him off. “I wanted you to approach me and ask me a question!”

“Oh!” he said. “What question might that be?! Any in particular?!”

“One is enough for now,” she replied. “Any more you have can wait until the flight is over.”

Before Josef could continue the conversation, she moved along down the aisle.