Finally, Felicity thought as she plopped her suitcase down on the
bed, collapsing face first into the down comforter next to it. Her
flight had consisted of eight exhausting hours behind a crying baby, and
in front of a kid on a sugar rush. And that didn’t even include the
three long hours spent at Logan International Airport because her plane
had been delayed because of the weather.
Boston may be famous for
its winters, but it had nothing on the constant Starling City downpour.
Soon, she thought to herself. Soon, if she was able to land this job at
Queen Consolidated, she would be able to get herself a first class
ticket instead of having to fly coach.
Which reminded her, she now
had three hours of sleep less than she had been planning on. Groaning,
she got up off the bed, pulling her suitcase to the edge and zipping it
open. She was too tired, her brain too mushy to realize that it was not
her stuff that she was currently unpacking until the suitcase was half
empty and she held someone else’s boxer briefs in her hands.
“Oh frack.” She whispered, quickly dropping the handful of underwear back into the suitcase.