Meredith.
Meredith looked up from the sofa, a handful of nuts still sitting in the bowl beside her. Her eyes widened the instant she saw me.
She straightened her back, startled. Then I caught the quick flick of her arm as she tried to push something behind her back.
It was subtle... too slow.
My gaze didn't waver. In fact, I didn't need to see the object to know what it was.
Meredith stammered, trying to find her footing in the conversation before I reached her.
"W-what are you doing here?" she asked quickly. "Do you need something?"
I didn't answer her, my feet moved. Three strides brought me to the front of the sofa where she sat.
She leaned back a little, caught between mischief and apprehension.
Without a word, I leaned forward and reached behind her in one fluid motion. My fingers closed around the cool, unmistakable curve of her phone.
Her eyes widened even further.
I drew back and raised the screen to my eye level, letting the light flicker across my face.
