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Cisco's not that nervous. It's not a date, after all; it's just trivia, and Cisco's going to buy Matt a drink and then they'll see where it goes from there. So he's not nervous.

Okay, maybe just a bit.

Josie's is a standard sort of American pub, TVs on the wall and top 40 music playing over the sound system. The atmosphere is casual, which is a relief since Cisco went ahead with his standard t-shirt/hoodie combo, opting for comfortable. It's not like he can impress Matt with the way he dresses anyway.

Showing his ID to the guy at the door, he heads toward the bar, more and more butterflies coming to life in his belly as he gets closer. He spots Matt immediately, recognizing him by the set of his shoulders and his perfect, shining hair. Taking a deep breath, Cisco approaches him, hoping Matt will like the cologne he selected, the scent of his conditioner. He knows Matt's other senses will be stronger to compensate for his blindness, and he wants to give Matt something he can identify him by, something pleasant.

Moving to stand just beside him, Cisco carefully touches the outside of Matt's upper arm, saying gently, "Matt?"

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"Wow, that's amazing," Cisco says, and to say he's impressed would be an understatement. Boxing is one of those things that requires more coordination that Cisco can manage with two functioning eyeballs, and Matt may have had a bit of experience from before his accident, but the fact that he can still do it, using only sound and vibrations as a guide, is an incredible feat. "I'd love to watch you do it sometime," Cisco says, then quickly amends, "Box, I mean. See you box." He laughs softly in embarrassment.

But the tone of the moment shifts quickly, and Matt's eyes still don't look focused, but there's a quality to Matt's expression, like he's encouraging Cisco to see how genuine he's being. Cisco takes a soft breath, and he wouldn't say no (he doesn't want to), but he wants his voice to be sure when he replies.

"You can touch me," he says, his tone confident and inviting. "Anywhere you want, honestly," he adds with another laugh, and though he's playing it off as a bit of a joke, he absolutely means it.

His laugh is warm and easy with Cisco's, squeezing their joined hands. "If you like, I think we can work something out." Movie night, a trip to the ring, it was becoming clear that they weren't going to run out of things to do together anytime soon. More dates, more time to spend with Cisco.

Permission is given and he shifts a little closer to raise both hands. "Well, let's start with this?" Because he wants to explore further, to touch more. Long, sensitive fingers find the crown of his head, moving gently down his forehead, wide cheekbones, full soft lips and a dimple in the center of his chin that Matt can't help but find endearing as hell. His hair is soft and thick, just a hint of curl and he wants to plunge his hands completely into it.

"You're a very attractive man, Cisco."

It's a interesting sensation, the way Matt's fingertips map Cisco's face, slowly finding each of his features, likely building a mental image. The touch itself is gentle, feather-light, and it doesn't tickle the way Cisco thought it might, but it leaves Cisco's skin tingling. He licks his lips just after Matt's fingers brush across them, chasing Matt's taste, and he laughs breathlessly when Matt announces his verdict, utterly charmed.

"Thank you," he says, blushing as he thinks about what it might be like to feel Matt's hands elsewhere, if Matt will find any other parts of him attractive once he's felt them. The thought makes heat spread through more of Cisco's body, and he clears his throat softly.

"Do you, um. It's it, like, proportions you notice?" he asks. "I know there's supposedly an equation for equating how attractive a human face is, the distance between the eyes, how far between your hairline and your chin your nose is positioned, that sort of thing."

"I remember a bit," he admits, "at least a little about how people look so it's easier to take what I feel and extrapolate I little. For example, now I know that you have very long, very soft hair, a nice smile and a dimple in your chin." All of which were terribly endearing and Matt would be a liar if he said he wasn't tempted to see if his lips tasted as soft as they felt.

"It's just a different point of reference. I pay attention to voice, intonation more than anything, and I will bet dessert that Cisco is short for Francisco," he hazards with a small smile.

Cisco tucks his lower lip beneath his teeth as he listens to Matt speak, and the more he learns about how Matt has adapted to the loss of his sight, the more impressed and amazed Cisco is with the incredible person Matt has turned out to be, despite how difficult his life must be sometimes.

"It is short for Francisco," Cisco confirms with a smile. "My full name is Francisco David Ramon. I was born in Santiago de Cali, Columbia, but I've lived in Central City for... Well, almost twenty years, I guess. Not counting when I was away at college," he tells Matt, giving him a few more details.

"Do you ever ask people to describe themselves?" he asks after a moment. "Like, would you be able to get a better mental image if I told you what color my skin is, and my eyes? That kind of thing?"

"You don't have to," he assures him. "When you're blind you perceive people a little.. differently." Matt's head cants to the side and he reaches for his drink to take a sip. "And I believe that's our dinner on the way over."

The quesadilla is delivered and it only takes a moment or two for Matt to get oriented and Cisco to direct him to where the guacamole was so he could manage without wearing it. It isn't awkward. In fact, it's easy and they fall back to chatting comfortably, swapping terrible jokes and generally having a wonderful time together.

.. he does have to pause and pat Cisco on the back when the revelation that he had never seen Star Trek sends him into a startled cough.

And maybe Matt lets his hand linger a moment longer as Cisco drags in a few deep breaths. "Somehow I have the feeling we're going to have several upcoming movie nights now."

The food at the cafe turns out to be really good (and the guacamole is even better than Matt's shining review had made it out to be), but the company is even better. Even learning that Matt had somehow never seen a single episode of any Star Trek series (or any of the 13 films) can't tarnish how much Cisco likes Matt already (and he can't say he minds the feeling of Matt's strong hand, thumping him on the back and then rubbing in soothing circles when Cisco accidentally inhales some of his water in surprise).

"Oh, the list of movies I want to show you, it's already very lengthy," he replies, still a little breathless from his coughing fit. "I hope you don't have any serious plans for the next seven or eight months," he jokes, but really all he can think about is how he doesn't want this date to end, and how soon he can ask for a second one without coming across as insane.