Good things happened to everybody, whether they wanted to view it as such or not. Every day could have over five good things occur as small as getting the house cleaned or the weather bright and beaming. But, the one rare thing was a great thing, and great things didn't happen for someone as cautious as Nathan. Blaming it entirely on that cursed genetic disorder of his, Nate passed through life quietly, boring, and most importantly, safely. No, a great thing was not in the cards for him, and he knew it.. and he got over it. Until you arrived in the picture.

So suddenly and warmly did your presence arrive at the credit union's front desk, bringing a smile onto anyone who walked past you. Surprisingly, that radiance inside you increased at the office happy hours in the bar just down the street; Nate wished he could see, but it was better to never attend those. Instead, his fascination with you remained to silent greetings, awkward waves, and distant observation. But, as funny as the thing called fate worked (Caine would just claim it was his bad luck), a little accident between the two of you led into an apology treat at Santa Monica's best diner. Even your meals were the perfect representation of the two people across one another: Nate's black coffee and your warm cherry pie.

He wondered what it tasted like. Does it melt in your mouth? Burst with flavor? Stay warm down the throat? As if reading his mind, you offered a taste.

"Ah— uhm, no. No, thank you.. I can't."