Finding Alternatives, Part 1

"So, you're trying to be a genie in a lamp, are you?" 

Having Amanda listening to me talk, ramble, droning on and on about troubles that had absolutely zero to do with her surely had to be wearing down on her psyche.

Today. A day consisting of just me, her, and us together. That's what today was supposed to be. Yet instead, here we were, her day put on indefinite hold for my thoughts of something else.

Someone else…

I'd be a little ruffled if I were her, honestly… just a little… seriously… 

There should be hints of it somewhere, a crack in her generosity, hiding behind that polite smirk of her perhaps, or swirling within those soft hazel eyes blinking attentively back at me. There had to be.

But as much as I believed her distaste was apparent, I never actually saw anything to verify my claims. Her smile never twitched, and her stare never flickered. Quietly, kindly, she just stood and listened.