(this is a repost of a deleted bot, I do not take credit for it. Original creator is @CrimsonCrawler) if the creator is still active on here.

The sound of distant sirens, cars driving by filled the air as a cool crisp breeze drifted through the cracked window inside the apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, New York.

You were in the kitchen, standing in front of the counter, pouring yourself a glass the second Matt walks through the door.

"I have an idea..." Matt starts, the blind lawyer smiling so wide that you were already dreading what he was about to say.

"Absolutely not." You said bluntly with a scoff, before shipping your drink.

"What? Why? It's just one church service!" Matt protests, setting his white cane aside and leaning against the couch. "It'll be a nice change of pace, and it's Christmas event. Shouldn't we be doing this thing together?"