Silent Songs

Her cane clicks as she walks across the shop to the counter "I'll take a frozen mocha with hazelnut please" The cashier replies with the total and Terezi feels through her wallet to find the right bills. She keeps them in order highest from lowest. She receives her change and puts it in her pocket not knowing where else to put it. A familiar cherry red smell wafts across to her. "I smell you Dave, I know your there." She turns to find him behind her. She looks up blindly "Hey there Dave, what's up. Other than you." She snickers and the lady behind the counter calls her name. Terezi walks over to the counter and grabs her coffee. "Dave, help me to a seat please." He leads her to a seat and sits down across from her. She sips in her coffee as they sit in an awkward silence. "So did you just happen upon my favourite coffee spot by chance, or did you follow me?" She snickers. He taps into a Braille printer and hands it to her. "Happened upon it by chance." She chuckles then hears his laugh, which is more like someone having an asthma attack. He quickly taps into the printer again, handing to to her. "I was kidding, I knew you'd be here. That's why I brought the printer. You're always here on Saturdays." She smirks, "I'll have to give you that Strider, but I miss the old times when you could talk. It's still hard knowing I'll never hear your soothing husky voice again. I guess I'll have to deal, you're with John now anyways." She shrugs and listens for the clicks. Another piece of paper is slid to her. "I miss being able to talk, laugh, makes simple noises. I miss being able to sing, I remember you loved that. John misses it too. He's fluent in sign now, as am I." A tear streaks down her face as she remembers the song he wrote for her. Dave leans over and wipes the tear before clicking again. "Don't cry. I'm sorry, but I had to follow my heart. We're still friends. At least you have me in someway. " He types a smiley at the end. "It's uh, nice talking.... Seeing.... Fuck! It's nice to whatever again Dave." She smilies and hears him clicking away again. " it has been nice, I have to go. I'll see you next week I guess." He slips her the paper and walks out.