"Good afternoon, Mr. Finkelman!" James called out as he stepped inside a small bakery, carrying a glossy bag in one hand. Underneath Logan's apartment building was a long row of stores, most of which James frequented and subsequently knew many of the owners.

"Hey there James, how's it goin'?" a short, older man behind a sparkling glass counter waved to him as he got close.

"Pretty good, pretty good. How about yourself?"

"Hangin' in there alright. What can I get ya today?"

"Ohh, it's sort of special."

"Really now, is it? What's the occasion?"

James smiled sheepishly. "You know the new job I told you about, right?"

"The blind boy?"

"Yeah, him. Turns it it's his birthday today. I know it's only my third day, but I wanted to get him something special."

"That's sweet of ya,"said Mr. Finkelman. He slapped on a pair of thin, disposable glove and opened up the back of the counter. "Are ya thinkin' a cake, or somethin' a little smaller?"

"Hmm, let's see." James squat down and looked over the pastries on display. The cakes looked great, but maybe that was a little too much. Napoleons were probably too difficult for Logan to eat, and the tarts were a bit messy. "Are these mousse cakes?"

"Yep, sure are. Strawberry, mango an' chocolate. New thing. Got the idea from a magazine. Sellin' pretty good so far, how 'bout you try 'em?"

"Alright. Give me one of the strawberry."

Mr. Finkelman boxed up the tiny square of amazingness and soon sent James on his way. He went inside the building and took the elevator up to the fourth floor.

"Logan?" James called out as he stepped inside the apartment.

"Hey James. I was just taking a little nap." Logan popped up from the sofa and waved in his helper's general direction.

"Happy birthday," James said. He walked up to Logan and placed the shiny bag in his lap.

"Oh my gosh," Logan said. His hands touched all over the bag as his face lit up. "What is this?"

"Explore it, open it," James suggested.

Logan nodded and reached inside the bag. There were a few sheets of crinkly crepe paper wrapped around a box. He ran his fingers along the edges of the box carefully, taking in every texture and sensation. He grinned, wondering what could be inside.

"So what is it?" Logan asked.

"It's a little word processor for blind people."

"Oh?" Logan pulled the box out of the bag and touched it tenderly. "Thank you, James. Could you open it for me please?"

"Sure thing, man."

He sat down beside Logan and gently took the box from him. He flipped open the sides and pulled out a little computer looking thing. It took him a few minutes, but he managed to turn it on and get it going. Logan sat there patiently the whole time.

"Okay," said James. He put the device in Logan's lap. "The important buttons have braille on them. There's an on/off button, one to start a new file, oh and these are important. Do you touch them, do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Yep," Logan said. "Here is start, and here is stop."

"Uh huh. When it starts, it'll transcribe what you say to it. Make sure you talk clearly. Ah, and then you can play it back, too! It might get complicated when you start new files, or open old ones. There's a screen on it too, and it should display what you write. It doesn't do a lot of good for you. But I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"I hope so. This is so nice."

"You said you wanted to write, so I thought this could really help you out!"

"Oh man, yeah. I haven't been given something this nice in forever! Thank you so much, James."

"You're welcome. Let's see if it works. Try it!"

"Haha okay, okay. Ummm," Logan looked a little embarrassed. He pressed the start button, and the device said, "start talking."

"I'm just trying this out," Logan said. "So this is just a test I guess." He pressed the stop button and it made a little pinging sound.

"Cool," said James. "Now play it back."

Logan set it to play back and the machine said, "I'm just trying this out, so this is just a test I guess."

"That's so cool!" Logan exclaimed. "It really works! Awww, wow. Thank you!"

"I got something else, too," James said.

"Huhh? Oohh, you're going to spoil me," Logan said, his face turning red. He raised a hand to his mouth and smiled cutely.

"Come over to the breakfast counter," James said. He stood up and walked over to the stools, where he placed down the slice of mousse cake. He quickly snatched a fork and put it down next to it. Logan sat down and waited patiently.

"Is it food, I guess?" Logan asked.

"Uh huh. I got you a little dessert."

"Oh wow, James, really?" Logan giggled. He touched the countertop until he found the box with the cake inside. He carefully opened it up and James helped him pull the dessert out. James handed him the fork and Logan gently took a small bite. He grinned ear to ear immediately. "Try it, James! It's so good!"

Logan took a little bit of the cake and did his best to hold it out to James's mouth. The taller boy blushed. Logan was so cute. Who would have thought that a blind guy would be feeding him? James opened his mouth and took the cake off of Logan's fork.

"Get it?" Logan asked.

"Yeah. It is good, you're right. Wow."

"You've made this such a great day, James. Thank you." Logan put the fork down and touched James on the shoulder. "Oh, wow," he said quietly. His hand cupped around James's shoulder. "You're really built."

"Yeah I guess," James said coyly. He swallowed hard as Logan touched him, but soon he retreated back to the cake.

"You must be really handsome," Logan said quietly.

"What's that?"

"You must be really handsome…"

"Haha…why do you say that?" James asked, growing in embarrassment. Was he hitting on him?

"It's just my guess."

"Hmmm okay."

James finished his chores for the day and left Logan to play with his new device. It was perfect for keeping a journal, just as James had predicted. Of course, he wondered what Logan could possibly write about, living his entire life indoors, but it probably gave him plenty of time to think about life. James wanted to get inside his head so bad.

The next day when James came back, Logan was taking a nap. He walked inside and someone managed to avoid waking him up, even though he announced himself immediately. Logan was on the sofa, fast asleep. The word processor was on the little table there. James crept over to it and noticed that it was on, and obviously Logan had been using it. Feeling a little wrong for doing so, but he still couldn't resist, James read over what was written on the small screen. It seemed to be a poem.

Just a brief description and a vague impression

I wonder what beauty is really there

What does he really look like?

I'm falling hard

But is it right? Too soon?

Perhaps I'll never know any of these answers.

James put his hand over his mouth as he read the poem. It was pretty obviously about him, right? It sounded like Logan was falling in love with James. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions. Either way, he just turned off the device and pretended that he never saw it. He didn't want to humiliate Logan.

"Mmph…hhhu…ohh," Logan groaned as he started to wake up.

"Hey Logan," James said softly. "I'm here. Sorry if I woke you up."

"It's okay," Logan mumbled. "I should be up anyway."

"How are you doing?"

"Fine, and you?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm just great." James got to his feet now.

"I was wondering if you could run a load of laundry for me," Logan said.

"Sure, no problem."

"Thanks, James. Here," Logan went to stand up. "I'll show you where the stuff is…OH!" He tripped over the side of the sofa but James quickly caught him. Logan basically fell into his arms. James blushed.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Umm…y-yeah. Thanks…" Logan's hands touched James's upper body but didn't at all resist. They stood there a little bit too long. "Um. Anyway." He did his best to stand up and walked away from James. "Come this way, I'll show you the hamper. The laundry room is in the basement, so you'll just take the whole basket down there and throw in a load. It's not hard, I don't think."