DON’T STOP
That small compliment felt bigger than it probably should have.
I scratched the back of my head again, trying to find the right words. My vision was still a mess without the glasses, making everything feel slightly off-balance. Part of me wanted to tell her the truth right there, that I couldn’t see her properly, that I’d broken them last night during the fight with the intruder, and that I was waiting for a new pair tomorrow. But another part, the awkward, scared part, kept me quiet. I didn’t want to seem even more helpless in front of her.
The bus stop was noisy around us, people moving past in blurry shapes. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, heart beating faster than normal.