Prying eyes.
"You're blocking me," I whispered quietly to Jason, whose right shoulder was blocking my view. I craned my neck further, hoping to satisfy my relentless need to know the title of the book this lady behind him was reading.
"Aiyo, don't be so kaypo can," he muttered and shifted so his shoulder now unapologetically occupied my entire vision.
I was drawn into yet another of Nora Roberts' novels on the bus ride home and when I finally looked up to check if it was time to alight, I realized that the man on my left was peering shamelessly over my arm, too caught up in the plot to notice my narrowed eyes I assume. He got the hint when I snapped the book shut and we spent the remaining journey (only four bus stops thank God) avoiding each others' eyes. Karma or not, you tell me, but I was on the other side of the fence for once. Thank goodness I wasn't reading some love scene or worse, a pornographic novel. Haha.
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