He taught piano to underprivileged children at a local church and had been completely blind since a devastating car accident at sixteen. We met at a charity art show where my digital illustrations were being displayed. He was there with one of his students. I was hiding near the refreshments when his guide dog, a gentle golden retriever named Miles, nudged my leg.
Callahan turned toward the sound of my surprised laugh.
“Someone interesting?” he asked the air.
I froze. Most people looked away from me. He couldn’t look at all.
We talked for three hours that night. He told me about music and how it let him see the world in colors other people missed. I told him about art and how I tried to create the beauty I could no longer see in myself. When he asked for my number, I gave it to him with shaking hands.
On our first real date, in a quiet café with soft lighting, I whispered across the table, “I should tell you something… I don’t look like other women.”
