Warning: Some strong language.
You traced your fingers over the thick paper in front of you, reading the history of (favorite subject) by the dots on the paper. Learning braille hadn't been easy for you at first, but you'd eventually gotten used to it. After all, you'd been born blind and you couldn't exactly change that.
Your sensitive hearing picked up on the sound of footsteps approaching you. You frowned and paused in your reading. Hearing people didn't usually bother you, but this one was a lot quieter than you were used to. Children were loud, and teenagers rarely bothered you when they realized you were blind. Adults, on the other hand, tried to offer you help, which bothered you to no end. You didn't need help often, so the offers were more of an annoyance to anything.
The footsteps paused, and a barely noticeable burst of air brushing your cheek served to alert you of their motion.
“Do you mind if I sit with you?” a quiet, male voice asked. If you hadn't hea