stay your pretty eyes on course
Niki reacts exactly as Flora might expect. He's oblivious, blissfully so, even as she looms over him like a beach-ready vulture, but some sixth sense must have tipped him off at that point. His brow furrows beneath the book, and he slips it down just enough to open his eyes when his immediate panorama is all Flora. The noise that leave him is one of boyish surprise, and he jumps hard enough to knock the table and send his coffee spilling.
"If I were blind, I would not have just shaved years off my life thanks to your sneaking around," he retorts, snapping the book shut and setting it in his lap (now that the table has coffee all over it). "They are reading glasses," he clarifies haughtily for good measure. "I am only blind when I am trying to read for a long time. They suit you, though. Have you considered becoming mildly farsighted?"
"If I were blind, I would not have just shaved years off my life thanks to your sneaking around," he retorts, snapping the book shut and setting it in his lap (now that the table has coffee all over it). "They are reading glasses," he clarifies haughtily for good measure. "I am only blind when I am trying to read for a long time. They suit you, though. Have you considered becoming mildly farsighted?"
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
