You sigh as Charlie walks into the cafe. You hold up a hand in greeting, which the young man replies with a grunt. You lean back in your chair.

"So. You find a place to stay yet?" You ask.

"Yeah," Charlie runs a hand through his shaggy copper hair and nods. "I'm staying with Kaitlyn and Rose until I can get that promotion at the store." Charlie works at a video game store and just moved out of your apartment after your relationship came to an end.

"You found a roommate yet?" Charlie asks as one of the waitresses hands him his coffee. You shake your head.

"Nah, who the hell would room with someone like me? Not even John was up to it." You chuckle.

"Well, do you need help? Cause I might know a possible roommate." Charlie sips his coffee, glancing over at you with bright red eyes. You feel a rock form in the pit of your stomach. How many times had those eyes been the first thing you saw in the morning? How many times had you kissed those lips? Fuck... You resist the urge to pull off your shades and rub your eyes.

"Who?" You ask, tiredly.

Charlie takes out a piece of paper, writes down a name and phone number, and slides it across the table. "Her name is Theresa Pyrope. But you might want to be careful, she's kind of... intense."

"Hey wait, didn't you date some chick named Tessa?" You ask curiously, recalling photos of Charlie and a girl with brightly colored hair and red horn-rimmed glasses smiling and laughing in front of different landmarks.

"Yeah, that would be her." Charlie grumbles.

"Dude." You glare at him.

"What? She's not allowed to live alone, and she just left her boyfriend. This will be good for you Dave." He protests, pouting a bit.

"You are not making me room with your ex-girlfriend. Charlie, it's ridiculous."

"Dave, look. I'm not setting you up with her. Just call her. She'll be a good roommate, I swear." The two of you stare each other down before you finally break.

"Fine, dammit. I'll call her."

"Good. Try not to fuck it up, dipshit," He finishes off his coffee and stands, turning to leave. "Oh and Dave?"

"Yeah?"

"She's blind."