Calm before a Storm

It was something, fate, destiny, happenstance, a series of unfortunate events, but whatever it was made Bruce bump into someone as he was walking to the front of the store, nose in an excellent book, while holding a hot cup of tea.

The tea sloshed over the side of the now destroyed paper cup and onto whomever the poor victim he ran into as the person stopped in surprise. Bruce hurriedly tried to apologize as he dropped to the floor to pick up the mess he made.

"It's fine, sorry, I guess neither of us were looking where we were going," a rather soothing, feminine voice tried to appease Bruce.

Bruce finally decided to pay attention to the woman who he ran into. He looked up slowly, eyes landing on a pair if dress shoes, dress pants, a white cane...cane? With bright red at the base. He felt his throat constrict in panic as he realized the meaning. He let his gaze lift and awkwardly smiled at the narcissistic smirk and caught sight of faded hazel eyes behind black-out shades.

He hastily stood and wrung his hands together as he apologized once again, "I'm sorry-?"

"Mad, Mad Murdock."