kickassisms
Sometimes cafés could give off the high school vibe, especially during the lunch hour rush. For the last few minutes, he’s heard the same heavy footsteps and breathing circle around the room. Matt’s sure they’re carrying some form of food and a hot drink on their tray, the clinking of china along with the slight shaking of the other’s hands makes this obvious. The smell of the toastie helps also.
From his own experience, he knew that not a lot of people would ask the blind if they could take a seat on their table. It could have been something to do with a strange sense of sympathy for him, but Matt would rather someone sit opposite him and eat than circling the café waiting for a space to arise. By that time, this person’s food and drink could be cold, and Matthew wasn’t the type of person who’d like to let that happen if he could prevent it.
“You’re more than welcome to join me. I don’t think I can let you walk around one more time.”