He knows she's pretty. He doesn't have to see to know this. She's got that aura around her.

He hasn't wanted to talk to a girl besides Hazel since the whole Monica fiasco.

He doesn't know what to say. He goes for a line. "Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material."

Her laughter is beautiful.

"Is it now?" He can hear the smile in her voice.

He smiles at her, or rather in the direction of her voice.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I wouldn't forget a pretty face like that."

He knows he's blind, and obviously she knows too.

"It's not a pretty face," she says.

He pauses. "Can I trace it? Then I'll tell you if it's pretty or not."

He hears her step forward and small hands grab his. She places them on her face. He traces every plane, every curve. He traces her nose, her eyebrows, her lips.

He removes his hands. "Just as I thought, a beautiful face."

"You're a stubborn one."

He shrugs. "I just know when I'm right."

There is a pause.

"Let me take you on a date, show you how beautiful I think you are."

She pauses. "I don't know."

He drops another line. "My doctor says I'm lacking Vitamin U."

She laughs. "Okay, you win."

He smiles. "Great."

He takes her out. They go to a restaurant. They talk about anything that comes to mind.

He already knows he loves her.

He walks her home, kisses her at her door.

She kisses him back, tells him that she'll pick the place for the next date.

He smiles like he hasn't in months.

Then she drops a line on him. "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?"

He laughs and kisses her.

Who knew pick-up lines could work so well?