Love Is Blind

Braille Offices

As I went home, I made it my mission to point out every single thing I saw and what color it was. Even though I was alone, practice was needed and it was kind of soothing. Losing myself in the process of it all, I somehow ended up back at Lacey's. One look at the porch and I shook my head.

Turning my back to the house, even though I had to ignore the stabbing pain that shot through my heart, I headed down the streets. Yellow flower here. A green tree there. A balding man wearing a red suit with yellow stripes and a pair of blue shoes. God, I was desperately hoping he was going to some sort of costume party or something.

Looking up, I realized I had ended up at Winchester and Jackson. The building was large, although that made sense since it had twenty-seven floors to it. Traipsing up the cement steps, I walked in the normal door. Doing so, gave me an extra few moments of private. Moments to look around and take in what the lobby actually looked like.

Light grey carpets, some shade of white or yellow coated the walls, and all around were the suede chairs that visitors could sit in, deep, rich browns or void-like black. People milled about and no one seemed to notice me, standing by the front door and just staring around.

A familiar voice broke through my amazement, "Jacob?!"

Looking up, I caught sight of someone standing behind the desk. Jaw slack and hanging open like he had broken a hinge, stood a tall, scrawny man. Hair so black it practically shone, eyes as grey as the carpet, and face rounder than I would have expected. Marv, read his name tag. Again, he repeated, "Jacob?!"

Chuckling, I shot him a small smile, one full of mystery and enjoyment, "Nice suit, Marv," I told him, referencing the forest green suit he had on, a black and grey pinstriped tie matching his eyes and hair perfectly.

"You...." He seemed confounded, as if the words that he was trying to say had stuck to the roof of his mouth or got caught on his tongue and would no longer come out for the world, or me, to hear.

"Yep," Was all I responded before I made my way towards the elevator. Right before I made it close enough to press the button, I turned and made my way to the stairwell. I had only taken it once, when the elevator was down for repairs, but now I wanted to. New experiences with vision and all.

Finding the fifth floor was easy, and I almost wanted to walk up the stairs some more, just to see if the chilly, concrete stairwell changed any on the next few floors. Instead, I opened the heavy door and walked inside. Almost glad that so few people still couldn't see, I easily slipped amongst the crowd and made my way towards the office.

Habitually, I ran my fingers over the Braille of my name, reading it as well. Engraved in a fake sheet of gold, my name stood proud and official. Unlocking the door, I walked inside and looked around for the first time since I got the office.

The floors were carpeted, but in beige. Lavender paint covered the side walls, but it wasn't overly girly, just tranquil. The wall with the door on it was paneled in a dark brown wood. Both leather seats were as brown and rich as the wooden floors that were in Lacey's house; even matching my desk. Halfway through my examination of the oddly colored area rug that lay in the center of the room, (I couldn't decide whether it was red and gold or red and white) I heard footsteps behind me.

Swinging around to see who had entered my office, my eyes widened slightly before I got ahold of myself and stopped it from happening. A large man stood in front of me... A very large man. A rounded stomach protruded from the black suit he was wearing, his white dress shirt stretching across it in a manner that must have been uncomfortable. His hair was thick, but as white as the flooring of Nona's café. What really startled me though was how well his tie matched his eyes. Green, but so glassy they looked fake, like from a china doll of some sort, and the tie was the exact color.