The computer screen is fuzzy and I'm having trouble seeing the numbers on my mobile. I've been teased by Hathaway long enough about my long arm vision. This morning I'm on me way to the optometrist for an appointment. I sit in the chair and answer the questions.

One or two?

"Two"

Three or Four

"Four"

It's official I need glasses not only for my long arm vision but apparently I have astigmatism as well. To tell the truth I'm scared to death of contact lenses so I opt for glasses. As I enter the display area I have no idea what to choose by way of frames. A young woman is trying to help me but I have no clue what she is talking about with frame shape. Fortunately me mobile rings, I'm needed.

"Mr. Lewis! You need to pick some frames so we can make your glasses." The young assistant shouts.

"You seem to know what would work just pick some, don't worry about cost I'll pay it." I bellow as I leave.

I don't think much of it until end of the day when I go to pick them up. "Are you sure these are mine?"

"Yes Mr. Lewis, I chose a solid black plastic frame and the geometric lense shape compliments your face. If we had gone with circular wire glasses you would look…owlish."

"Owlish" I echo.

I must admit I can see with these! The frames seem too young but the assistant assures me that they are the most suitable for me. I take out my wallet and hand her my Barclay card.

Driving home was a new experience, the headlights of the cars didn't blur together.

I take care to place my new eyewear in the case before going to bed. In the morning I shower, shave and dress. I finish knotting up my tie and put on my glasses, I'm not used to the look but I do like the fact that I can read the numbers on me mobile and read road signs without guessing at half of the letters.

There are some hushed whispers as I walk by and by habit I ignore them. James doesn't whisper he simply stares at me open mouthed.

"Yes James?"

"Sir, you're wearing glasses." He informs me.

"Oh that's right you're a detective?" I mock.

"Those are good frames."

"The lass at the doctors office picked them out for me. Suited me face or summat like that."

The whispers continue for most of the day and I continue to ignore them. The week continues and eventually the chatter remains constant instead of dying down when I enter a room. Eventually the call comes in that a body has been discovered. It has become routine to don the blue jumpsuit. This body was found near a lake so in addition to the suit wellies are also needed. The white suited SOCO officers are taking samples and pictures. With my enhanced vision I can spot the blonde hair of Laura and I call her name.

Hobson

I hear a cheerful greeting and turn. I don't believe what I'm seeing! Detective Inspector Robert Lewis is walking towards me wearing a blue jumpsuit and glasses. He looks incredibly good and I have to remind myself not to gulp.

I must have made some noise for Hathaway is smirking. Mercifully Lewis doesn't notice and I give him a quick run down of what I've found. His phone rings and he moves off to answer it. James cozies up beside me, "Quite a change isn't it?" He asks.

"I don't know what you mean" I flat out lie.

"You may call me dishy but I know who and what you really want and currently he's on the phone."

"James" I try to say sternly but it doesn't work.

"Are glasses your weakness doctor? You know his weakness, exploit it!" He tells me before trotting off to join his boss.

God help me but James is right, I do want Robbie. I've wanted him since my party, any excuse to kiss him. Then letting my hand linger on his face to wipe away the lipstick. Damn those glasses!

Lewis

Thank God for these glasses I find I don't have the usual headache I have in the afternoons. Innocent wants an update so the pair of us inform her. Like James she stares at me. Afterwards I pull James aside. "Why are people staring? I mean I'm not the first man to wear glasses."

"It's the type of glasses sir."

I shoot him a look over the frames, "Go on?"

"Don't get me wrong they look good."

"but?"

James is gesticulating more with his hands, "Well it's just generally-

I think I've sussed it," I should be wearing old man glasses?"

"No, sir. It's just you don't follow fashion and your glasses are highly fashionable. People are going to wonder what you're going to purchase next."

I'm getting frustrated, "I wear them so I can see what I'm bloody doing!"

"I know sir." He says and I know he's being patronizing.

"I'm not going to be buying purple socks!"

Hobson

I'm at home and I've been milling over what James said to me. Robbie's weakness? Beer? Football?

My stomach growls reminding me I need to eat. It is said that a way to man's heart is through his stomach. I know for a fact being a doctor it's through the chest. But perhaps there is something to that saying.

Lewis

I had given up watching television and I never understood why. With my glasses it's as though I have a 3-D set. I can't believe my eyes were that bad. I also can't believe the stir it's causing in the station. I have half a mind to ditch them but I realize that's a stupid thing to do. I need to be able to see to work. Besides what's the fuss? I'm sure the saying Boys don't make passes with girls who wear glasses goes both ways.

Hobson

Every WPC seems to be flirting with Robbie. Women who wouldn't have given him the time of day now are offering pens whenever he needs one. He seems oblivious to it all but eventually he will catch on. He see's me in the corridor of the station and his face changes. The smile he sports actually reaches his eyes. I then remember his weakness

Hathaway

"Any plans for the weekend?"

"Not really, but now that you mention it I'm going to pass on the pub. Laura and I are going to dinner."

My curiosity is peaked, "Where?"

"Tortino's, I think she said."

"have fun sir" I say and inwardly smile Exploit the weakness!

Lewis

I don't know where Laura found this place but it is amazing. A small almost literal hole in the wall Italian restaurant, I ordered a small plate of pasta taking advantage of the generous amounts of garlic bread. I see Laura regarding me as I'm chewing. "What it's my weakness."

Hobson

The house red is fabulous I probably shouldn't be on my second glass but it so rich. Robbie is using a piece of garlic bread to mop up the left over marinara sauce. I must be staring for he mutters, "What, it's my weakness."

"I want to be your weakness."

Suddenly his head snaps up and due to the light reflecting off his glasses I can't see his eyes. Curse this wine I must have actually said my thoughts aloud. Time seems to stand still I can't seem to move. Robbie pushes back in his chair and I'm prepared for him to leave when he reaches into pocket and withdraws his wallet. He dumps a large quantity of bills on the table. And I close my eyes so I don't have to watch him go. I only open them when I feel fingers on my cheek. I look up and see him standing beside me a tender look on his face.

He holds out his hand to me and I take it.