Darcy had been busy boring holes into the back of Sheila's head the whole flight. Sheila was sitting with Marty and Darcy was feeling neglected. Because of that, she had to sit next to someone she barely even knew.
Just like her to ditch me for a boy, Darcy thought, even though she hadn't been ditched at all the entire trip.
"Oh, it's great," she told the girl in as chirpy a voice as she could muster.