if a blind man can see

 [it] ..

 today I sat down to wait for my name to be called , overheard a blind student asking people to guide him to the Library , four people later I left my seat and grabbed his hand & told him I'll take him . he thanked me so much, grabbed my arm and we walked.

  "We're approaching the stairs" 

 "May we take the elevator please?" 

 "Sure thing" 

his grip was firm and ambiguous to begin with, but immediately acquiesced to a subtle touch. his walk was rigid, yet accompanied by an occasional hop. Recalling the state of our hands is comedic in that we obviously forgot to put lotion on this morning ; the servitude of the situation didn't allow me to sneakily chuckle on the inside. we waited for the elevator. Him calling its arrival.

"It's coming"

{we stand inside & I push the button}

"I like your smell, it smells really nice"

"Oh wow, thank you so much"

"I, I, I, ... know that you're gorgeous because I can tell"

"Thank you, you're so sweet"

"Here. I'm giving you an apple" 

We leave the elevator and two turned corners we arrive to the automatic doors of the Library. I lead him in and ask him if he wants to go to a particular section, the computers, the front desk. 

"The front desk is fine"

I lead him to the front desk, as he grips my arms firmly and ambiguously again. I look around, I look down, I look at him to check if there's something wrong. I meet his smile as he asks for my name, I tell him, and he says,

"Thank you gorgeous Kamielle"

 "No, Thank You"