“I’d like to give you something,”

Jack begins after being caught in your dressing room after a performance of yours. He’d been searching for over four years for you ever since he met you in Edinburgh when he was only ten years old.

“A bouquet of glasses.”

Jack hands you just what he’d said. A bouquet of varies different types of glasses. Your vision had always been poor, so much so that you didn’t recognize him. You were all he’s been thinking about since all those years ago.