The Beautiful Side

"Poking through people's personal belongings is a surefire way to get kicked out of their place, you know?" 

I looked up, and Amanda was looming over with a smile, as well as two drinks held in both hands. 

"Most people would have asked for the Wi-Fi password to pass the time," She continued, her voice dripping with as much sarcasm as the glasses in her hands were condensation. "But I guess that's just too drab and boring a time-waster for someone like you, huh?" 

"Oh no, I - " I tried to close the book at once, apology at the ready, only for her to stop me with a single glance. 

"It's fine," She said, placing both drinks on the coffee table, before taking an empty spot by my side. "With you, there's nothing I got hidden. There are no secrets. In a way, you could say I'm an open book… get it?"