“His face is more open than an open book, like a wall of graffiti really. I realize I'm writing wow on my thigh with my finger, decide I better open my mouth and snap us out of this impromptu staring contest.”
“So, tell me what my fists keep writing, my fingers, they open up like gates when I write...”
“I opened my eyes to stare at a bright blue tulle monstrosity with a skirt that would hit me at mid thigh. I'd look like the really slutty bride of Cookie Monster.”
“I’m an open book—an open book I’m still writing and editing. My book is a romance novel, sort of like The Secret.”
“I opened my mouth to respond, then decided to do that thing where you think before you speak.”
“I find it more polite when I yawn without opening my mouth. I also talk this way too, with my mouth closed.”