[ WP ] You are in love with a disabled person and decide to ask them out to a date .

Sarah wandered through her small, comfortable apartment on a mission. Her slate and stylus were missing. She made her way from room to room touching every flat surface she could find in search of cool, perforated metal, without any luck. Sarah was about to start in on the drawers ( which she rarely used anyway ) when Nicole ’ s distinctive knock sounded down her front hallway. 
 
 “ Hi, Nickie, ” greeted Sarah happily. She led the way into her apartment, confident Nicole would follow, as she always did. “ I ’ m glad you ’ re here. I could use a break. ” 
 
 “ Finals finished last week! ” The two made their way onto Sarah ’ s plush couch. “ Don ’ t tell me you ’ re already cracking open next semester ’ s text books? ” 
 
 Sarah laughed. “ No way. I ’ m not in any hurry to remind myself that college courses are still a thing that I have to do, but even if I were, I couldn ’ t take notes. My slate is missing. ” 
 
 Nickie shifted anxiously on the couch. “ Weird. It ’ s a good thing you don ’ t have class until tomorrow, right? It ’ ll turn up by then. ” 
 
 “ True. It ’ s just frustrating not to be able to find it where it ’ s supposed to be. Maybe it fell out of my bag somewhere on campus. ” Sarah sighed and shrugged, then smiled at Nicole. “ Anyway, enough about Saving Private Stylus. Distract me! ” 
 
 The other girl reached into her pocket and pulled something out with a rasp of paper. “ Here, I wrote you something. ” She gently placed it in Sarah ’ s hand. 
 “ But I don ’ t— “ Sarah started with a dismayed expression which changed to confused as she examined the little bumps on the paper. “ Is this braille? ” 
 
 “ Mhmm, ” affirmed Nicole with a nod to herself. “ I kinda stole your slate and stylus for a while. ” She rooted nervously around in her jacket pocket and pulled out the missing writing utensils. “ Sorry. ” 
 
 Nicole sat in increasingly uncomfortable silence as she waited for Sarah to say something, anything, about the note. Finally, her anticipation won out. “ So, any thoughts? ” 
 
 “ Sorry, I ’ m just having some trouble with it. ” Sarah cocked her head like an adorable, confused Labrador. “ I keep reading, ‘ wevv you go ouj wejh mi ’ and it ’ s not making much sense to me. ” 
 
 Nicole ’ s face fell. She screwed up. She thought that with the Internet and a lot of stick-to-it-iveness she could make her dyslexia behave long enough to write six little words, but here she was giving the girl of her dreams a scrap of paper with gibberish on it and feeling like an idiot. 
 
 “ It ’ s supposed to say, ‘ Will you go out with me? ’ ” mumbled Nicole, but Sarah heard her clearly regardless. The red-faced girl plowed on into a ramble without waiting for the inevitable laughter. “ I Googled the braille alphabet and double checked that I made the bumps deep enough to feel but I must have read the letters wrong and then made the wrong bumps because— “ Sarah laid a hand on her cheek. 
 
 Nicole ’ s tirade trailed off into nothing. It was impossible for her to speak a human language with Sarah ’ s face that close and her smile that wide and her lips that kissable. Sarah closed the gap and their lips met. 
 
 When the two paused long enough to catch their breath, Nicole asked, “ So, is that a yes? ” 
 
 Sarah ’ s response was to tackle her fully onto the couch and wordlessly answer in the affirmative. Many times. 

