Blinded by You

Chapter Eleven- Blind Jokes Aren't funny, I can't see the humor in them

When the car came to a stop, I took a deep breath as silence surrounded us.

"Well," I chuckled. "Let's go eat." Feeling for the door handle, I pulled it and felt the door give. Stepping out, I could feel the sun against my arms and legs, giving me goose bumps.

"Um, Harry? You forgetting something?" I teased, as I cautiously stepped up on the sidewalk.

"Sorry," he replied quietly and linked his arm with mine. Feeling a rush of wind from the door open, I could smell steaks and burgers being cooked.

"Where are we?" I smiled as we continued walking.

"Your favorite restaurant," he whispered and I couldn't help but blush.

"Harry, you really don't have to do this. We could've gone to Waffle House or something," I laughed.

"If we were drunk, yes. Lunch, no." His laughter morphed with mine and we finally stopped walking. Helping me sit down, I tentatively placed my arms on the table. Trying to block out all of the noise, I put my fingers against my temples and took a deep breath.

"You okay?" Harry's voice came out almost a murmur.

"My hearing is amplified because I can't see and sometimes it's hard to focus," I sighed with a shrug. "No big deal."

"That's really cool. You have like superhero hearing," he teased.

"Not quite. I guess since I don't have all five senses, the other four are just amplified to help me love an easier life." Way to sound like a freaking tight ass, Elle. Harry just laughed.

"What are you planning on getting?"

"I usually do this thing where I point to something on the menu and wherever my finger lands, that's what I get so I never have the same thing."

"Okay. Go." Dragging my finger across the smoothly embossed paper, I swirled my hand around before jabbing at the paper.

"What's it say?" I laughed.

"Beef Wellington with mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus." Harry's laugh was contagious.

"That's super duper expensive. I'll probably just get a burger."

"It's only $43 dollars."

"That's like, a meal for both of us, Harry."

"Ellen," he said, his voice going deeper. "It's fine. Get whatever you want, darling." He called me darling. I was about to shit a brick.

"Um, o-okay."

"It's settled then. And I'll get," he paused. "The rack of lamb. Perfect."

"I'll pay you back for mine, Harry."

"Don't worry about it. It's my pleasure."

"Harry," I sighed.

"Ellen," he mimicked.

"Fine." I felt a pang of annoyance travel through me and I grabbed at the air for my water glass. Feeling Harry's fingers brush mine as he handed it to me, my heartbeat quickened.

"Th-thank you," I stammered, clearing my throat.

"You're a funny one," Harry giggled.

"How so?"

"You're so nervous and you haven't realized that this whole time I've been holding your hand."