I can remember the day very clearly; it was an ordinary Tuesday afternoon in the little town of Elizabethton. Everyone was driving their cars back from work to their homes where they had family waiting for them, to tell stories about what happened at work.
I, on the other hand, was taking a stroll in the downtown area. Not very many people walk around here. There are many antique stores and small sit-downs in downtown. I enjoy the sights and the sounds that are made in this town. I truly feel like I'm at home when I see and hear the people in the area.
One of my terrible disadvantages at life is that I'm a mute. It is hard for me to try and communicate to anyone, but I manage. I know that there's probably an app for this sort of thing, but I like to be old-fashioned. Normally, I carry around a bag of pencils and a small notebook so I can get my words across.
On this Tuesday, I decided to get a cup of coffee at the local Starbucks. So, I wrote to the waiter what I wanted and waited for my drink. As I was waiting, I noticed a man walk in. He had brown, messy hair and he had red-tinted glasses. He wore a white long-sleeve with a red t-shirt over top along with his torn, denim jeans. He didn't have a white cane and seemed to maneuver around the cafe with ease. He looked very nice and tidy. I watched him order and one of the waiters helped him find a table to sit at. He looked very happy when he got help from the waiter. Watching him enjoy the help that he got made me smile.
Weeks passed as I continued to come every Tuesday afternoon and watch him come into the café. I soon began to fall for him, but it was never going to be. I mean, how could a blind guy like him even make conversation with a mute girl like me?
