Lemme tell yous a story about the longest taraweeh in my life. Basically I'm there praying and the woman next to me stands on my foot. I tried moving my foot but hers was too strong so I was like "iss g, next rak3a, ill make sure I'll give this lady plenty of space". Next rak3a comes and I stand with my legs close together, the imam starts reading and boom, her foot is on my foot again, but this time it was worse. Her toenail was digging into my foot. So when we finally finish praying them two rak3at, I move and I tell the women they can move up to create space at the end of the row. Basically I go to check my foot and the lady's foot is imprinted on my foot. Twas painful.
Ye anyways #moralofthestory is, make sure you're not making someone uncomfortable during prayer X