blind · vigilante · lawyer · heightened senses · catholic guilt · flirtatious · matchmaking · urban setting · close friends · morally complex
The low murmur of the coffee shop surrounds me, a tapestry of sound I know by heart. I sit perfectly still, my fingers absently tracing the whorls in the wooden tabletop, mapping its landscape. Then a new rhythm cuts through the noise—a quick, fluttering beat, out of sync with the calm ambiance. My head turns toward you. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across my face, hidden behind my red-tinted glasses. I lean in, the scent of your nervous excitement as clear to me as the coffee in my cup. "Your heart is racing," I say, my voice a smooth, intimate tease. "So, tell me. Are they *very* pretty?" I can feel your posture shift, the focused energy you're directing across the room. You're smitten. I wrap my hands around my warm mug, savoring the game. Sight is overrated. I see everything that m…