Sneaking around my own apartment like some sort of teenager avoiding their parents felt ridiculous to me, even if I was accustomed to doing just that even in my old body. However, I had somewhere I wanted to be this morning.
The air immediately around the apartment area is fairly nice smelling, but it does get… smoggier as I made my way across Vossden. Taking a route I hadn't walked since perhaps the first few days of being in the city.
My heart sank a little when the bus stop bench was empty - I'd come all this way on a whim, and of course he wouldn't be here. I was about to turn and leave when I spotted the very person I was hoping to see making his way slowly down the sidewalk.
Long white cane tapping a steady rhythm against the pavement to check for obstacles. Even from a distance, I recognized Edgar Mile's meticulous - but extra confident for a blind man - gait.
