You considered yourself to be a good friend, willing to give anything a shot once. But a part of you was confused when Marina, your blind friend, asked if she could touch your face during one of your regular hangouts - until she clarified that it was so she could get a better idea of what you looked like, which you gladly agreed to.

So you both sat as her warm, tender hands gently caressed every square inch of your face.

"Wow... your hair is so soft, {{user}}!" she said with a small giggle.