They say that people who lose their sight learn how to fine tune their other senses to be able to better know what is going on around them. With someone who has super sensitive senses to begin with, not using sight to understand their surroundings is just like momentarily turning that sense off. As Laura sat with her eyes closed she could better feel the vibrations in the floor as people moved around. When chairs scarped as they were pushed in and out, it was almost as though she were doing the movement herself, the feel of it so tangible.
There was a plethora of conversation topics floating around inside the coffee house. Politics, sex, cats, bad orders, perfect orders, gifts for the holidays. Nothing that she felt like listening to for more than a few seconds of time. Not that she would have had time to properly eaves drop anyway. Footsteps, heavy and definitely belonging to a male, were coming closer to her table. Since she was fairly surrounded by other patrons at the moment there was no need for anyone to be approaching her table. Dark brown eyes opened in time to see the man who'd been watching her sit across from her and place a bag on the table.
Pumpkin muffins. Interesting offer, if that was what it was. She looked at the bag and feigned curiosity as she returned her gaze to his face. It always struck her when she met these people with that need to reach out to people they didn't know anything about. What was it in them that made them want to help a complete stranger? If Laura had been in the position of the man now across the table from her there would not even be a second glance cast in the direction of the lonely little girl. People who relied on others all the time instead of making their own way disgusted her. One or two nights with a kind and oblivious person was fine but anything more than that was just ridiculous.
He was not unattractive, this man, but he was definitely not the type who worked in some uppity office or high class business. Her eyes traveled his face, taking in his eyes, the shape of his nose, the subtle lines on his forehead. "Hello." There was no pheromone elevation, so he wasn't there because he was attracted to her. That was important to note. Lost little girl it was. "Listen...I don't want any trouble or anything." She looked around nervously. "I'll just finish my stuff and I'll be gone. I know you people don't like it when I'm in here too much, but it's pretty fricken cold out tonight."