She hunched her shoulders, keeping her head down as she scrolled through the various apps on her phone, conscious of the consistent breaths of air that puffed against her arm that indicated the guy next to her was still staring in her direction.
Was he watching the phone?
Staring at her?
Just happening to be breathing in her direction?
She didn't know.
But she didn't like it.
A glance to the top of the screen showed she only had to survive a few more minutes.
A few more minutes of pretending she didn't notice the guy staring her way, breathing her way, being too close in his seat next to hers.
Just a little longer.
And she'll be able to get out and away from him. 

-Inspiration from sitting in Church