Blind [#wattys2016]

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I smiled as I remembered the guy I meet yesterday, already ruling out the possibility of him not being who he said he was or if he was just telling the truth.

No one had ever told me they wanted to know me, everyone I meet would act like they did but I always heard the pity in their voices but his sounded genuine and a little familiar.

I felt the car come to a stop and after a few seconds of patiently waiting, with my stick tightly held in my firm grip, my door was open letting in the cool air.

I was guided out by Frank, my driver and care taker. He was in his early twenties when he started working for my parents. I was 12 at the time and he has played a very important role in my life because he was always there when my parents had work or some special matter, which was always, and I always appreciated his presence although it was a little overwhelming at times.

As I was led into the shop I smiled as the smell of coffee and freshly baked pasteries hit my nose. Today I felt particularly warm and happy for an unknown reason.

Maybe it might be because there was a possibility of talking to the guy I met yesterday. Hopefully he shows up today. I could possibly get him to answer questions that have been on my mind since he left yesterday.

I hadn't told anyone about the stranger who sat by me and asked to talk to me out of blue, that would have gotten me sent off somewhere "safe" from people like him.

I am led to what I assume is my regular sitting place. After helping me sit down I hear a seat beside me being pulled out
from across me.

"Are you staying today?" I asked sounding silently disappointed unintentionaly.

"Yh, like I always do. You don't want me to?".

I hurriedly rushed an answer already feeling guilty. "No no it's not that. I just feel like you babysit me sometimes, no offense". I said slowing down with my words at the end trying to soften the way they came out.

Maybe it didn't sound the way I wanted it to but I think he got it because he seemed to be thinking about it .

After a long pause he finally said "Ok then from tomorrow, i'll wait for you in the car. Ok?"

I was a little disappointed that he wasn't leaving now but I tried not to let my facial expression mirror my feelings. All I could think about was whether or not he was getting in the way of me talking to the guy today because i don't think i could wait any longer.

And if he did show up, what Frank would make out of the situation.

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I noticed as she was gripping her mug tighter than usual, like she was anxious or nervous about something.

Glancing at the man who accompanied her in again, I felt a pang of curiosity hit me again. He was definately too old for her.

I let out another sign as I watched both of them interact. I let impatience take over when I saw him put his hand on hers and started walking towards them without thinking twice.

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