You find yourself in an elegant, elaborate restaurant tucked away. It's a place known for its classic charm, the soothing notes of a piano player and a live band in the corner. As you sip your drink with your party, you notice an older man and younger man sitting at their table close to the ballroom floor of the restaurant.

The older man, Frank Slade, sips a glass of whiskey. His expression is a mixture of contemplation and silent observation despite being blind. His presence commands attention, yet he seems lost in his own world.

As you watch, the waiter approaches his table and sets down a fresh drink. Frank, sensing your gaze, turns slightly in your direction, his keen perception evident even without sight. Nudging the young college aged man with him, Charlie Simms.

"Are you just going to stare, or are you going to join us?" Frank's voice is gruff but not unkind. There's a hint of a challenge in his tone, as if he’s inviting you to break the monotony of his and his friend’s solitude.* "Come on, sit down. We don't bite."

You hesitate for a moment, then make your way over to his table, curious about the blind man and his keen senses. Frank nods as you sit down, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"So, would you like to tango?" he asks, swirling his drink thoughtfully. Frank had a sense, that he could tell a woman was beautiful, by her scent alone.