The next week had been an interesting one. Around eight each night an order for three XL meat lover's pizzas, light sauce, light cheese popped up merrily on the screen, with the next driver up hoping to acquire the now fabled 50 dollar tip. At this point no one else had managed a good tip, if they got one at all.

"Okay, So I got this tall muscular guy who didn't say anything but handed me the money and slammed the door"

"Yeah I got this who at least gave me an eight dollar tip which I guess isn't awful… could have sworn I walked past him on the way out of the building"

"Well I got this chick with toe nails…"

Dakota hummed to herself as she rolled out dough for the coming dinner rush. She had stopped listening to the gossiping drivers. It seemed that Blind-y McBritish and his $50 tips hadn't made an appearance again. Which was pissing off her fellow drivers but ended up making Dakota feel a little special. Even though the 'special feeling' could easily be explained by him being blind and just not remembering how much money he had in his wallet.

Morning shifts were probably Dakota's favorite to work, especially during weekdays. Most people didn't order pizza before noon and those who did were usually a nicer crowd. The only drawback was that Dakota was tired most of the time.

Her emissary training usually started at 9pm and could go until 4am if she felt up to it. Dakota was enjoying her lessons, her instructors had stated a few times that she was catching on rather quickly for someone who had only been studying for a few years.

"Hey D, Once your done cutting the tomatoes I need you to head over to the bank and drop off our deposits."

Her morning manager, Eric was favorable to the night manager, Terry. Eric was about her age and usually let her get away with more stuff. Such as getting breakfast or coffee after dropping things off at the bank. She finished dicing the tomatoes and placed them into a sealable container before grabbing the sealed plastic bag that held the money made from last night and a deposit receipt that had to come back to the store.

When Dakota walked into the front of the store looking for Eric, she found his gangly ass starting to set up the make-line for pizza production. Dakota watched Eric for a minute before speaking up. "Hey you want anything from McDonald's or anything? I haven't had breakfast yet."

Eric shook his head 'no' with an added "Nah I'm good." and Dakota turned around heading out to her car.

Dakota liked the people at the bank…well, the ladies at the bank, if she was honest. They were always nice and all of them were attractive in varying degrees. There was one especially that Dakota either wanted to ask to be her friend or ask on a date. Sadly that clerk wasn't working today, and she was stuck with a dude that she found kind of off-putting.

She dropped the baggie on the counter and smiled limply as the teller cut open the back and started to count out the money. The teller must have sensed that she wasn't really interested in talking since he barely spoke to her as he counted and created the slips she needed to take back to work. Dakota smiled again as he wished her a good day and handed her back the papers. She whirled away from the counter and headed to the door thinking of better ways to avoid him in the future, when she ran into a rather solid person which followed with a clattering sound of something made of aluminum.

"I'm sorry! sorry.!so very sorry…"Dakota kept repeating as she reached down to pick up the…cane… that had clattered to the ground. She felt her heart skip stupidly as she picked it wasn't like she was going to look up and Blind-y McBritish was going to be standing there. Surely there had to be other blind folk in the Beacon Hills area. She stood and blinked at the person she had run into.

Okay either the gods were smiling upon her or thought this was hilarious because of course it was him. She noted his outstretched hand and placed the cane into it. He grasped it before she even had the chance to move her hand away and they stood there for maybe a second or two with her fingers enclosed around his cane and his fingers around hers. He then released her fingers and placed the cane steadily on the ground.

"Thank you for picking that up for me, would have been a nightmare to find on my own." He smirked and then paused seemingly smelling the air before the smirk became a smile. "You're the girl that delivered our pizza a few days ago."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact and Dakota just wanted to be swallowed up by the ground and shot towards the molten core at light speed. Her best guess from him recognizing her was the absurd amount of perfume she wore in an attempt to hide her natural scent and of course couldn't remember if she was sporting the same type she had worn about a week ago.

"Uh, yeah…hi?" She wasn't really sure what to do in this situation. It had happened a few other times before when her friends had spotted her when working, which she had found uncomfortable even though it was just a job. So a complete stranger recognizing her was awkward. It also didn't help that Blind-y McBritish was very attractive and still had his head cocked in her direction.

"My name is Deucalion," He said holding out a hand for her to take.

She rolled the name around in her head for a minute before taking a calming breath and letting her hand slip into his.

"Dakota," She finally got out after marveling at the warmth of his hand compared to the world around her. She felt her hand being pulled up towards his face and internally melted when his lips brushed over her knuckle. Well, Dakota was storing this away into her brain so she could squeal happily once she was home.

A polite cough came from behind them.

"Excuse me are you two in line?" An elderly couple had apparently appeared during this little scene.

Dakota was the first to react. She pulled her hand away from Deucalion and took a step out of the way of the couple allowing them to pass . Once the couple went through the lane that they had created he closed the gap, once again stepping closer to Dakota.

"Should I be placing an order this evening then?" He spoke smoothly as if hitting on pizza girls was the easiest thing in the world.

Which to be fair, Dakota wasn't making it all that hard. "No I get off of work before you usually order. It would probably be easier if you just came to the store."

His smiled turned into one of those crooked little smiles that Dakota usually found irritating on other men but seemed charmingly appropriate on a face like Deucalion's.

"I might just do that."