I was huddled at a corner inside the library with a paperback in hand. I opened the book and pretended to read. But my gaze passed above the book and rested on the figure seated across me, who was scribbling something on his notebook. Just as I thought he was engrossed in writing, he looked up at me and grinned.
“Stop staring.” He laughed.
“I’m not. I’m reading, jerk.” I said, careful not to make my voice loud.
“Really? You’re book is turned upside down.”
And it really was! I felt my cheeks reddening as he resumed writing.