"Well… You’re blind."

My heart raced. I couldn’t believe this woman was able to deduce something by only viewing my room and talking to me. She’s the one. Well, not THE one. That’s just ridiculous, but she’s the one I wanna come out of my shell for. If someone can discover my secret in less than twenty minutes, and carry on a conversation with such depth and ease, she’s worth my time. For the first time in my life I wanted to see someone face. What color was her hair? Was she small? Did she freckles? I always imagined freckles were beautiful. Maybe her hair is red based on the way she described her favorite color or colors really. Gosh! I’m stuck in my own head I need to say something to her. Before I can say anything, the final announcements start.

"Thank you to all tasters. The sampling portion of tonight’s event is over. Please submit your requests at the end of the hall and instructions will be given to you from there. Thank you again for coming to The Menu."

I wait for further instructions even though I know the routine by heart by now. I get cut off again by the medium alto of the woman voice,

"Thank you good sir, Farewell."

Shit shit shit! She’s leaving. I gotta say something, but what do I say. Do I tell her now that I want to have dinner with her? That I want to get to know her? Stacia, I want to know the inside outs of Stacia.

"Sir." I heard the door behind me opening, and realize my chance for catching Stacia has pasted. Shit!

"Sir, Do you have any requests this evening? Or shall I call for the car as usual." That’s right! I can request a meal from her!

"Vincent! I want to make a request this evening!"

"Stacia Ivanov sir?"

"How did you…"

"I am a Jedi Knight sir, know all things I do."

"Vin…"  slapping my palm to my face trying not the laugh at his monotone joke. "Not the time dude."

"You were talking louder that usual sir, I can hear through the door you know." 

"Right."

Vincent placed my walking stick in my hands and we proceeded to the lounge were all the samples would be receiving requests. Some of the samples would also request tasters depending on the night. It was usually a fifty-fifty split with a few of us who didn't get any and a few who always left. It was always a nice mix of people. Although tonight it would be more chaotic than usual because of the increase of samples available. As I neared the lounge I could hear the loud conversations flooding the hallway. It seemed there was some exciting things going on. Entering the room caused the chatter so cease and I knew everyone was looking at me. How troublesome. 

"As usual, Daniel's requests are at the top." That annoying all too familiar voice broke the silence, Cassie.

"I’m sure you're a close second as usually Miss Statford." I reluctantly reply.

"Actually," She huffed, "I'm third tonight. I can’t believe I've shrunk so low! I SHOULD BE NUMBER ONE!"

"And that's the reason why you aren’t…" Someone stage whispers from the back of the room, and scattered giggles break out. 

"Excuse me?!"

I ignore her rants of unsatisfactory success and asked Vincent what the reader board showed.

"Well sir," Vincent began. "It seems as usual you have the most requests. Antonio has taken over the second place standing, and Miss Statford is third."

"Oh wow. That's great. Can you grab the list of requests for me and see if she requested me, if not can you put in the request for me?" The room fell silent again after the words fell out of my mouth.

"WHO!?" Cassie shrilled. Gosh, she was a drama whore. 

"It’s none of your business Cassie."

"Of course it is. You get all the requests and always turn them down and now all of a sudden you want to accept one or request one! How is this not anyone business?! We all wanna know who intrigued you enough to get your attention because you don't like any of us."

"That's not true… I like Antonio... Oh and Vincent."

Cassie scoffed and I could hear Antonio giggle from the other side of the room. He must be beaming from ear to ear after such a successful night. Good for him. He seems like a really cool person. I’m glad I got his phone number.

The obnoxious chatter started climbing to its normal levels again as requests came in and the other samples made their own requests. I made my way over the my self designated corner and sat in my chair to wait for Vincent to return. My mind wandered around the conversation I had with Stacia looking for clues about who she was. She obviously likes coffee, has a good appreciation for simplicity, very observant, and I believe that was a Russian accent she was desperately trying to hide. I must say I almost missed it, but that tones were so pleasant. It strikes me most that she thinks about things so deeply.  When was the last time I met a woman who thought about things so wholeheartedly. It was just rare to see a women like that, okay maybe I’m wrong about that, but it is rare for a women to voice them so strongly and without fear. I admire that. She took the time to really think about things. I wonder what gave me away. I mean I did lay clues out for her but they have always been the same and people never seem to pick them up. Everything in my room is black; the walls, the floor, the table, the mugs, everything. I also ask the same five questions about the five basic senses in the exact same order; Smell, touch, sound, taste and sight. They seem like odd questions, but I see the world in a whole different way compared to seeing humans. I don’t remember what things look like anymore. I want to see if others can depict things dynamically. Usually the answers I get are pretty simple. Stacia answered with details I would never have thought to explore. My belly fluttered a little. When was the last time i felt something like this? I'm not sure I could even remember.

"Sir," I could hear Vincent sinking into the chair next to me. "She did not request you, or make any other requests for that matter."

"Well that is good? And did you put in the request for her."

"Ah. Yes, but it seems that Miss Ivanov has chosen not to accept any requests this evening."

"WHAT?!"