Blind Love

Crystal Clear

The sound of the alarm blared at exactly seven in the morning. Saint reached out and slammed his hand down on top of the clock shutting it off. He rubbed his face with his hand and groaned. He couldn't believe he signed up for a Saturday morning class. What the hell was he thinking. Sighing he literally rolled out of bed and landed on his feet and headed for the shower.

He finished getting ready, grabbed his backpack and a cup of coffee and headed to the bus stop. As he waited for the bus, he wondered how long he should wait for a certain someone to contact him. He could feel himself blushing. It was such an amazing night. He never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly. Seeing that his ride pulled up he headed for school.

The bus came to a gentle stop in front of the campus. He stepped out and headed to his Environmental Economics class. Mr. Jansen was a very intense instructor. He takes economics very seriously. Saint sighed. You cannot slack in this class or you won't pass. He had completed all his assignments yesterday before he went to play at The Jazz Place. He just hoped to stay awake thru the two-hour class.

He felt his phone vibrate. Glancing down he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and looked to see who texted him. His face fell slightly when he saw that it was Tommy. Tommy wanted him to stop by the Grocery store to pick up a few things he needed on his way home. He texted him back with a "no problem" and went into the classroom and took his seat.

Despite the difficulty of the class, Saint really enjoyed Economics. He really wanted to understand how the world worked on an economic level. He wanted to start his own business when he gets out of school. He likes the idea of a bookstore and he has been researching locations, styles and the types of services he could provide. The love of books came from his Mom. She always tells him that he was born with a book in his hands. It always makes him laugh. He also knows the challenges because of the digital world we live in now. But he is optimistic that he can pull it off.

As Mr. Jansen was discussing the three pillars of sustainable investing and Saint was feverishly taking notes, he felt his phone vibrate again. He knew instantly who it was, but he could not look at his phone without feeling the wrath of his Instructor, so he ignored it and continued taking notes. Closing his eyes briefly, he glanced at his watch............. another hour and a half to go.

Finally, Mr. Jansen finished lecturing and handed out the assignments for the upcoming week and dismissed the class. Saint grabbed all his papers, stuffing them in his backpack and headed for the door. Reaching in his back pocket he pulled out his cell phone. Looking at the text he received. Smiling he saw Zee's name appear on his screen. He placed his finger on the text message to open it and read "Good morning. I would have texted earlier, but I did not want to wake you. I thought perhaps you might like to stop by my restaurant and have lunch with me. If you can't I understand." Saint sat down on a bench and thought how he should respond. He wanted to shout YES at the top of his lungs but decided he probably should try to refrain himself and not scare the man to death that was sitting next to him on the bench.

He finally decided to just texted Zee back saying "Good Morning. I had class this morning so no worries about waking me up. I would love to have lunch with you." Saint sat back on the bench and waited. After about a minute Zee texted back. "You scared me". Saint stared at the message for a minute and typed "I did?". Zee typed "You didn't respond to my text earlier, I thought perhaps you changed you mind." Saint smiled and text "No, promise, it never even crossed my mind."

Zee texted him the address of the restaurant and told him to come around one in the afternoon. On the way home, he stopped at the store for Tommy. When he arrived home, he delivered the food to Tommy. "So how is you class going?" Tommy asked. Saint gave him the run down. Teasingly, he made a few jokes about Mr. Jansen's dedication. He really did admire the man.