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No more ranting today. Just don't expect much from this story as I have a feeling that I'm gonna mess up.😢

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Also, I was thinking maybe I should update ROOH next?

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Chapter-2

Feeling like a degenerate creep and a stalker, even without stalking, Johnny rapped his fingers against the uneven surface of the steering wheel.

Going against all his remaining sanity he had actually arranged that date with Timmy. And to top it all, Timmy was quite reluctant to meet him. Who, in their right mind, would want to meet someone who took their phone number during a radio show call?

But still he had coaxed the affirmation out of the other man and now here he was, on his way to the date.

Correction: Bro-date. Because he was no homo and had assured Timmy about it time and again.

Fuck.

Johnny had always been a go with the flow, reckless sod but this? This was a reach even for him! What the hell was he thinking? And why the hell did he want to meet Timmy in the first place? To give him a chance to apply Johnny's dating tips? What kind of crappy excuse was that? True that he really enjoyed all the calls they had shared but to actually force him to meet? He would be lucky if he did not get arrested today.

The signal turned green and Johnny moved his car with a deep crease in between his brows.

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The place where they decided to meet was picked by Timmy. It was almost on the other side of the city, pretty far from where Johnny lived but he agreed promptly.

Because he was a batshit crazy freak.

Scoffing at himself, Johnny parked his car in the parking lot and got out, eyeing the homely looking cafe that had a bistro-style outdoor sitting area too. Timmy would be inside, as he had informed him, at the last table on the left of the entrance door. Johnny was a bit surprised at such an identification description.

"Won't a dress colour or, I don't know, something else would be more helpful?" He had asked when Timmy instructed how to find him.

"Uh, it's- this would be more convenient, trust me."

Therefore, he stood there, at the entrance, ready to go in and count the table. However, turned out that his counting ability would not have to be put on test as there was only one person sitting on the left side row and Johnny did a double take when his eyes landed on him.

Bloody hell. His blind bro-date was........a bomb!

Around his own age, donned in a light blue button down with sleeves rolled up, short hair brushed neatly and skin flawless, he looked striking in this otherwise ordinary cafe. But the man was not even looking at Johnny's direction even though he had an unhindered line of sight to the door. Johnny quickly squinted at his vague reflection on the door's glass. Well, he was devastatingly handsome too in his cream coloured shirt, so, no reason to feel inferior. He approached Timmy who was still facing the window.

He stood on the opposite side of the small table, plastering a charming smile which began to fade quickly as Timmy kept looking out of the window. The man had his wayfarer sunglasses on, so, maybe he was.....sleeping? Maybe? Johnny cleared his throat politely and saw Timmy almost jump out of his chair.

"Ah, finally I have your attention. Playing hard to get from the start? That's not one of my tips though," Johnny remarked jovially as he dragged his char backward in order to sit. It was not really a date, so, he decided to leave the textbook politeness behind.

But Timmy stood up from his seat quickly and rather clumsily, "Oh, um, h-hi!"

"Hi to you too," Johnny chuckled. Watching the other guy stammer did boost his wavering confidence to some extent. "Let's be done with the formality, shall we? I'm Johnny, the creep," and he extended his hand for the shaking.

But instead, Timmy bowed slightly, leaving Johnny awkwardly retracting his hand. Damn, this entire thing was clearly a mistake. He half coughed half laughed and took the chair. Timmy sat down too.

"So...ahem...so..." Johnny tried to come up with something but failed. Timmy was looking at him but why the hell was he still wearing those damned shades? Johnny could not even see his expression properly and it was making him feeling off kilter along with the awkward silence that hung between them.

"Hope you did not have any difficulty finding the cafe?" Timmy asked and at long last getting something to do other than fidgeting, Johnny began to elaborately tell him how he found the cafe, starting from getting his car out of the garage.

"Why did you choose this particular cafe? Your place nearby?" He finished his long winded explanation with the question while taking a sip of water from the glass.

"Yes, this is quite easy for me to access and I spend an awful lot of time here, actually," Timmy laughed with an embarrassed shyness and Johnny's blinking went slow momentarily at the sight.

Damn! Dude is really a looker!

"Do you......not like it?"

Johnny's trance broke with that question. "No, it's- it's good, quite homely and airy and yeah." Gosh, no one would have guessed he was a popular RJ the way he had been talking like a bumbling fool since coming here. Why was he here anyway? Damnit.

"Ah, so you don't like it," Timmy concluded, with a smile, "I'm sorry about that. See, I'm already failing to follow through your dating instruction."

Johnny was about to open his mouth to refute the statement when Timmy added, "But it was the only place I was acquainted with the decor enough to instruct you how to find me."

Johnny frowned, what? What does that suppose to mean? Why would he think that I needed a simple decor to find someone? Where is the correlation?

"Hello, love."

The confused internal questioning was interrupted by a middle aged waitress that addressed the affectionate term to Timmy and gave him a genial smile too with another, "Hello."

"Hello, Mrs. Wen," Timmy greeted back.

"Are you two ready to order?" She asked, pad and pen in ready.

"Oh, um, usual for me and," Timmy looked at Johnny, urging him to take the cue which Johnny did and answered, "Whatever he is having."

"Very well!" Mrs. Wen chirped happily but instead of leaving leaned towards Timmy and stage whispered, "Your friend is a very handsome man, Timmy."

Timmy's cheeks turned faintly red and he cleared his throat rather loudly, a bit too late, Johnny thought and wiggled his brows at him playfully, to which Timmy did not react. What a shy sod!

The lady turned to go but stopped and crouched down abruptly, making Johnny startle.

"Oh, dear, you had dropped this!" She got up and put a short, white stick on the table, near Timmy.

Johnny stared at it with confusion.

Timmy put his hand on it, as if feeling it, "Oh! I must have dropped it while standing up! Thank you so much, Mrs. Wen!"

"Oh no worries, dear," she patted at his shoulder, "You two carry on; I'll be right back with your oders." And finally left.

Johnny's eyes were still on that stick. Something about it felt familiar. The little joints that indicated it was a folding stick. A folding stick that Timmy was putting away on the far side of the table and he was dragging his hand over the surface of the table as though making sure there was nothing else on his way.

Johnny's eyes snapped towards Timmy's face.

Choosing the cafe near his house. Giving table number instead of clothing colour. Not taking off his sunglasses. Not reacting to his smiles. Not shaking his hand.....

"What if the person is blind?"

That 'person' was none other than Timmy himself! He was talking about himself!

Timmy was........blind.

Johnny slumped back in his chair, eyes still on those black glasses behind which hid two eyes that could not see Johnny's shocked expression.

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