Matt had promised to be the blind guy waiting at the bar, so that's just what he's doing. The cane is tipped up against the worn wood by his elbow, and every so often he cocks his head towards the door, listening for anything that might give him a clue about Cisco.

The heartbeat is what gives him away. Not fear, not agitation, but nerves and he'd be lying if he said his own pulse wasn't skipping up a few beats. The scent of cologne, warm and spicy precedes a gentle touch to his arm and his smile warms. He likes the sound of his voice already. "That must make you Cisco. It's nice to finally meet you."