The Blind Girl

I confidently walked toward my favorite store (Starbucks) with my walking stick.

"Chelsea wait," my mum called to me with a loud voice.

"No, you hurry up," I screamed back at her but with a smile.

I took my walking stick and started poking at the ground until I fell face forward toward the concrete ground.

"Oh brother" I whispered to myself as I was trying to get up.

That going to leave bruises. I kneeled to the ground and started patting the ground for my walking stick. While I was looking I felt some footsteps toward me.

"Can you help me mum? I'm sorry, I'll never leave you again," I said very apologetically.

I heard a voice clear, a very deep one.

"Uh..." I said a little confused.

"Do you need help getting up?" The deep voice person asked me.

"Yeah," I said quietly but it was loud enough for him to hear.

I searched for his hand and then grabbed it. The person's strong and surprisingly smooth hand pulled up to my feet.

"Thanks," I said while brushing my skirt to get the dirt off.

"Yep."

"My names CoCo," I said while putting my hand it front for him to shake it.

"My names Xavier," he said with his thick deep voice while shaking my hand.