"Hey."
"I thought you guys don't 'sell dates" here."
"Well, I saw you sitting alone so the least I could do was come and say hi."
"Oh. Is it your lunch break or something?"
"Yeah. Here."
"Uh...thanks...you remembered."
"Dude, how could I forget your order from yesterday? One black coffee, for a Mr. Andrew."
"Ha. What about you?"
"What about me?"
"What's your name?"
"Lucy. It's on my name tag, or are you blind?"
"..."
"Oh my god. Wait a sec...are you...?"
"Yeah...I'm blind."
"Shit. I always make a mess of things, you know. I'm too talkative and directive and judgemental and most of the time that gets me in trouble. You don't know how sorry I am, I didn't even realize it and I'm so--"
"Hey Lucy, do you mind shutting up for a few minutes?"
"Oh god, there I go again. Sorry."
"Thank you. My name is Andrew and I'm a 17 year old blind guy. What about you?"
"I'm Lucy...18 year old girl, 20/20 vision."
"20/20? Wow."
"...Yeah...20/20."
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Short StoryWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL A boy and a barista fall in love.
