Common Girl by Mary E. Twomey

Common Girl by Mary E. Twomey

Author:Mary E. Twomey [Twomey, Mary E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-02T04:00:00+00:00


Blind Dating

The clinking of heavy silverware was like background music for the fancy restaurant. I could hear no less than four dozen people talking politely over their meals. I was hit with the smell of beef, mushrooms, and some kind of air freshener that reminded me of floral peaches. Or maybe they were serving peaches with flowers on the side, or something crazy fancy. There was violin music, but it didn’t sound like it was coming from overhead.

Bastien moved slowly to accommodate my unease, which was only made worse by the gray high heels Lane had bought me that I insisted on wearing. They made a clicking sound when I walked, and silly as it seems, it gave me a degree of peace to know at least which sounds came from me. Though, it only took five minutes for me to realize that heels took practice, and being blind didn’t lend itself to being super helpful in learning curve types of situations.

My hand was tucked into the crook of Bastien’s elbow while I tapped the hard floor before me with the end of my cane. I both loved and loathed the sound that my cane made on the floor. On the one hand, it allowed me to have a better chance at not tripping and falling on my face. On the other hand, it was a sound that drew attention to the blind girl walking through the restaurant in heels she hadn’t fully mastered yet.

Bastien’s voice was low and methodical as he described the room we walked through. “There’s a wall of tall windows on our right, facing out onto the main road. The kitchen’s a little ways in front of us, and there are two swinging doors on either end. The tables are square, and they’ve got white tablecloths on them.”

I smiled, despite my nerves that people were no doubt staring at the blind chick. “That sounds pretty. I’ve always wanted to go on a date to a place with white linens.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” I could practically hear the frown in Bastien’s voice that I’d held back a desire from him.

I shrugged. “Can you really picture me in a place with white linens?”

“The visual’s pretty stunning, actually. You should always tell me what you want, Daisy.”

“Are there candles?”

“Yes. How did you guess?”

I grinned. “Judah read me a description of the restaurant before we left. Googled pictures, and talked me through it all. Did I freak you out with my Spidey senses?”

“A little. And after my fiftieth superhero movie with you, I’m happy to say that I totally get that reference.”

“I’m so proud of you, you handsome Commoner.”

“The tables have white cloth napkins, and there’s a silver chandelier we’re walking under right now. It’s got dozens of crystal teardrops hanging from the ends. There’s a musician in a long, black dress in the corner, and she’s playing the violin with her eyes closed. There’s an older couple – probably late sixties – dancing cheek-to-cheek to the music. She’s got a smile, and he’s whispering in her ear, just like us.


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