Too Blind For Love?

"Madison, is it?" the low voice asked. "Lovely name," he continued. A silence fell between them as Madison racked her head for something to speak about. "Tell me a quote Madison. You seem like a smart girl," he said, breaking the uneasy silence. Madison tried to look in a direction, make it seem as though she could actually see him. "Eyes are the windows to the souls," she whispered seductively. The man leaned in close to her ear and his warm breath tickled her neck. "Why can't I see in to your blind soul, then?" he purred. Madison felt her face flush. "Because I'm blind," she stated, answering his question. The man retreated, a smile playing on his lips. Madison stopped trying to look his way or pretend she could see him. There was no point anymore. "Nice try," he said and through some money on the bar's surface, getting ready to walk out. He slowly made his way away from the bar and headed for the door; his faint footsteps echoing through her ears. She didn't want him to get away, so she did the only thing possible. She flung herself off the bar's short chair and ran out the door after him, bumping into several people, tables, and waitresses. "Wait!" she called out as she pulled the door open. "WAIT!" Madison ran into the middle of the road, a car coming her way. A muscular body pushed her back and against the window of the small bar. The car blared it's horn and kept going. "You just can't sit and act like a good girl can you" The voice asked delighted by her recklessness. Madison breath's came in heavy pants before she could ask him. "Was there something you wanted, baby-doll?" Madison nodded her head and grasped the front of his shirt. "What's your name? You can't leave me like this without a name," she says firmly. She might be blind, but she was head strong. The man smiled. For the first time in a long while, he smiled. "Ross," he whispered and pulled out of her grasp, leaving a blind girl in front of a bar with no exact way to get home.