I hated the flight stewardess for cutting my conversation with Sean short. I gave her a frightening glare as I walked by her. She smiled at me, acting like nothing was amiss. “Now that’s good customer service,” Ryan said sarcastically. “If it were me, I would have punched you for giving me that look.” I held my bag close to me, ignoring him. “At least you got to talk to him.” “Yeah.” “But with Penelope’s phone?” Janice asked. “Isn’t that weird?” “I’m not worried about her,” I said quickly. “Sean loves me and only me.” “I know,” she said. “But I still think it’s weird that she would go down and see him.” “I’m sure his parents are just delighted by her visit,” I snapped. Ryan rolled his eyes, knowing an argument wouldn’t help.
