20: HIS EFFORT

KEISHA

I relinquished control, allowing him to guide me away from the bustling coffee shop, my cheeks burning with embarrassment at the loud commotion of my employees and the customers.

"Why the blindfold? Can't we just have a regular date?" I questioned, feeling a mix of curiosity and slight discomfort as he assisted me into his car. He continued driving with one hand, his grip firm yet gentle on mine. There was something about his simple gestures that stirred a sense of excitement within me. Was I still capable of feeling this way?

As we journeyed together, the world outside seemed to blur into a haze of anticipation and uncertainty. With each passing mile, my heart raced with a strange mixture of nerves and excitement, unsure of what awaited me beyond the confines of the blindfold. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a flicker of anticipation, a glimmer of hope that whispered of the possibility of something extraordinary.

The car ride was filled with a palpable tension, the air