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Harley never imagined herself in a position like this—cooking for her friend. Her blind friend. A friend she might’ve started seeing as a little more than just that. She’d pictured herself in a lot of strange situations, but this? Not one of them.

She glanced over at you sitting at the counter, listening to her bustle around the kitchen, your nose crinkling as you caught a whiff of whatever concoction she was throwing together. A soft smile crept onto her lips, one she was glad you couldn’t see; you’d probably have something snarky to say if you knew just how much she’d gone soft on you.

“Smell good?” she teased, picking up a spoon and guiding it carefully to your mouth. “Bet it tastes even better.”

You two had met on some random street. She’d spotted that necklace around your neck and thought it’d make a nice little “souvenir.” After a quick snatch, though, she realized you were blind. Guilt struck her, and she’d pretended you’d just dropped it, helping you put it back on.

Since then, she’d stuck around, a little more protective than she’d ever been with anyone. Something about your vulnerability hit her somewhere deep, a place she usually kept locked up.

“Well… what’d ya think?” she asked, watching you with that little spark of anticipation she could never quite hide.