Get up, get dressed, eat, go to work, come home, eat, TV, shower, go to bed. Get up, get dressed, eat, go to work, come home, eat, TV, shower, go to bed. Get up, get dressed, eat, shower, go to bed. An everyday routine ever since he was a little kid. He couldn't help it. The routine kept his life on track and when his life was on track he was calm without having to have something constantly with him to calm him.
He didn't understand what it was but eventually, he started to grow bored of the routine. Yet here he was still walking the same path home after work. Walking straight back through the town back to his little apartment when something struck his mind. He started looking around the town for something that caught his eye. Just his luck that he did a little diner just down the street on the left. "Joe's Pie Diner" the sign read. He smiled heading inside where he was greeted with a sign that said: "Please seat yourself." On the inside, the diner was modeled to look like a classic 50's diner. He sat at a table near the middle of the room.
He looked around the room taking in his surroundings. There was a counter starting about halfway through the room and a small stage with musicians on the other side and tables littered throughout the room with seemingly no pattern. There was an old man sitting at one of the tables near the stage. There was also a girl sitting at the counter chatting with one of the waitresses, the girl was wearing sunglasses he noticed. A few minutes later a waitress came around to take his order.
Once the food came he ate quickly before paying his bill and preparing to leave. Though his plans to leave were postponed when he stood up immediately slamming into another person who let out a startled shriek before falling to the ground. It took him a moment before he actually registered what had happened. He looked down to see that it was the girl at the counter. Her glasses had been knocked off and she was frantically searching for them even though they were right in front of her.
He bent down handing them to her and she put them on without looking up before she frantically started to speak. "I'msosorryIreallydidntmeantorunintoyou!" He smiled helping her up. "No, it's my fault I didn't see you going by when I stood up you're perfectly ok!!" She kept repeating that she was sorry again and again with a very nervous stature. The waitress who she was talking to before saw the commotion hurrying over and grabbing her by the arms and leading her to a chair helping her sit down gently. He walked over to them to make sure the girl was ok before hearing the waitress speaking to her.
"Its ok Dawn you're ok. Nothing bad happened there isn't even a mess to clean up."
Hearing what she was saying confused him and he approached them slowly. "Is everything ok? I really didn't mean to cause such a fuss." He looked down to the girl sitting in the chair nervously playing with the hem of her shirt. "Are you ok." The waitress smiled at him and nodded. "She's fine just a little shaken up. It happens a bit more than you'd think. Its why we keep her here instead of letting her wander around her apartment alone during the day." He looked at her puzzled before her eyes widened and realized she'd have to explain.
"Oh my god I'm sorry that probably sounded really mean. She's blind and we don't want her getting hurt so we bring her here during the day so we can keep an eye on her." "Jenna!!!" "Oh shush!" He nodded at the two before heading away apologizing once more before heading home.
He got home following the rest of his routine to the point as usual before going to bed. The next morning he got dressed quickly before heading into work. Once work was done he took his usual route home once again deterring into the diner. He once again saw the girl sitting at the counter. He smiled sitting next to her and tapping on her shoulder causing her to jump. He apologized quickly because of that and she smiled.
"I just wanted to apologize about yesterday without talking through your friend, it seemed to bother you a little." She smiled giggling. "They do that a lot. I know they mean well but I'm still a person despite y'know..." He nodded. "Thats why I wanted to talk to you because I know its probably a little tough." "It is but I get by... when I'm not running into random strangers. I'm Dawn by the way, just in case you were wondering, I don't really know if you were but..." He chuckled. "I'm Ogie." "Ogie?" "Its short for Oklahoma." She giggled. "Wouldnt that be Okie??" He smiled. "You'd think but no."
"I'm sorry if this is rude but I have to ask. If you cant see then what is the point of the sunglasses?" She shrugged. "I've been told that my eyes have clouded over. It makes me a little self-conscious for people to see them so I keep them covered. I actually don't only use sunglasses to do it but I save the other methods for days that require a less casual appearance." She smiled at him. "But I'm probably boring you aren't I?" "No not at all you're actually really interesting." She laughed. "Ok Now I know you're lying like you can walk away at any time there is a 50/50 chance I won't even notice and will keep talking!" He laughed. "Thats horrible!" "Its happened before!" "Thats so rude!"
They chatted a while laughing and smiling while the waitresses kept a close eye on them. "Y'know it's not very often I get to have a conversation like this. A lot of people are offput by the local blind history nerd." "You like history??" She giggled nodding. "I love history!!" "Really??" "Yes! I have played Paul Rever in 42 revolutionary war reenactments." She giggled. "Well, actually 40 times technically I was the stand-by revere. One time there was an accident a bayonet ... issue and I fell off my horse and I had my spleen removed." She laughed. "One if by land. Two if by sea." He smiled. "And I on the opposite shore will be."
They both laughed until a man peeked through the window into the kitchen telling her it was about time to close. She nodded at him smiling before saying bye to Ogie. As he was about to leave he thought of something turning around to face her once more. "There is a reading Sunday at Renders Park of the Federalist papers." She gasped. "How do you know about that." "Well for one there are flyers and well... would you maybe want to go?" She giggled nodding quickly. "I would." "So I'll pick you up Sunday at seven?"