MICHAEL
They say the eyes tell the truth, but I’ve always believed it’s the smile. Today, I saw it for myself in the classroom. When Adam spoke to Betty, her lips curved upward, but her eyes stayed flat as glass.
I had studied her long enough to know when she was faking a smile and when she was being genuine, I don’t think she had ever smiled at me innocently. I'd seen her smile at her colleagues on rare occasions. This one I just experienced between her and Adam was surely fake.
It’s been barely ten minutes since my morning class ended and I’m still watching the classroom drama unfold. Students chatted amongst themselves, some slipped out slowly but I didn’t make a single movement.
For some reason, I was still glued to my seat, playing with my pen trying to focus on the lingering s
