See With Your Heart

Lunch hour at the Hayburger. The place was packed with hungry ponies while Bella Ironheart, a mocha colored mare with emerald eyes, blonde mane and tail both tied in long braids, and a very curvaceous figure, sat at a table far in the back, facing the wall and trying to eat her lunch in peace. She sat and chewed grumpily, thinking about the morning she'd already had.

Bella worked as a secretary at Fancypants' Water Purification Co. It was a relatively simple job that paid well. Usually, she just sat behind a desk, typed on a computer, answered the phone and did whatever menial tasks her boss asked of her. Today, she sat in on a meeting to discuss new business strategies, but instead of paying attention to what the boss was saying, she kept noticing most of the stallions in the room staring at her. Even though she didn't even do any of the talking, most of them just wouldn't stop ogling her. One even had the gaul to give her a cocky smirk that made her want to punch him so hard in the mouth.

Bella Ironheart had a naturally oversized bust that stallions loved, but was a real pain for her. She couldn't go anywhere without getting ogled or catcalled by horny stallions or stared down by jealous or concerned mares. She felt like the only reason anypony ever noticed her was because of her giant freaking breasts. They caused her a bunch of other problems, too, but that was the one that most annoyed her. Whether it was in the office, the gym, the store, or just walking down the street, she always drew unwanted attention everywhere she went. It was enough to put a bee in anyone's pants.

She decided she had to go to the bathroom, but when she got up out of her seat, her chest bumped her drink and spilt soda all over the table.

"AH NO!! DAMNIT!" She shouted angrily. This got the attention of the violet and green colored stallion sitting at the table behind her.

"Are you okay?" He asked, barely really turning to look at her.

"I'm fine. My damn drink just spilled." Bella growled. "I don't frickin' believe this. Now I gotta clean this up and I'm gonna be late getting back..."

"You want some help?" The guy asked as she went to go get some napkins.

"No!" She snapped. "I got it. Just leave me alone."

Still, he grabbed his own napkins from his table and began wiping in circles to help her clean up the mess. She came back with a big handful of napkins.

"Hey, I said I got it!" She snapped again.

"I know," he said. "But you sound like your already having a crappy day, so I thought-"

"Yeah and you're not making it any better."

"I'm just trying to help."

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! NOW GET LOST!"

When Bella stopped and looked around, she finally realized the scene the two of them were making. Everypony in the whole place was watching them try to wipe up a puddle of spilt soda while she yelled at him.

"Ugh! Forget this! I gotta go to work!" she groaned in frustration. She threw away her napkins, grabbed her handbag and stormed out of the restaurant. The persistent stallion grabbed his own things and followed after her. He squinted hard in all directions until he was sure he spotted her walking to the right.

"Hey! Wait up!" he called for her.

"God! Don't you know what 'get lost' means?!" She started walking faster.

"Slow down! Look, I just wanna talk to you."

Bella hated it when guys were this persistent. She had to get back to work, so she figured the only way to get rid of this creep was to show him what he wanted real quick and get it over with. Quickly, she topped and turned around to face him.

"HERE!" she roared, pointing to her massive breasts. "TAKE A GOOD LOOK! THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT, RIGHT?!" She glared at him, waiting for him to get his fill, but he didn't even look down. He just seemed to stare at her blankly in the face.

"Uh, okay. This is kinda awkward," he finally said sheepishly. "Because, you see...... I'm blind. So I don't know what you're trying to show me."

Suddenly, Bella's temper lightened up a bit. She was surprised that she hadn't realized this before. "What?" she asked.

"Well, yeah. I mean, didn't you notice the cane?" He held up the long white cane he used to feel around with. Bella had not seen that earlier, but she was still a little confused.

"But wait," she said. "How did you know where I was?"

"Well, I'm not completely blind," he answered. "I can still kinda see colors and stuff, but you're pretty much just a big blurry blob to me."

Bella suddenly felt like maybe she'd been a little too quick to judge. Still, he was a stallion and, in her experience, that meant he only wanted one thing. "Well, I'm sorry I yelled at you," she told him. "But I gotta get back to work, so bye." She turned and started walking away.

"Okay. I get it," the purple stallion responded. "You know, if you ever wanna talk about anything, my offer still stands."

"What are you, a therapist?" the mocha mare asked.

"Not officially," he replied. "But one of the good things about being blind is that I'm a pretty good listener. Maybe we could talk over lunch sometime."

"You want a date." She knew it.

"Only if you wanna call it that. Think about it."

Bella thought about his offer. She really didn't have anything better to do after work and it would be nice to have somepony to talk to who wouldn't be distracted by her so-called assets. She might regret this later, but....

"Six."

"Huh?"

"I get off work at six," Bella clarified. "You know where Pewter Platter's is?"

"Yeah. Totally."

"Meet me there at seven."

"Sure thing... um..." he was trying to get a name out of her.

"Bella," she said.

"Bella," he repeated. "I'm Pickle Plum. Nice to meet you."

"You, too." She turned and headed back to work, certain she would be late now.

"I'll see you at seven," Pickle Plum called back to her.

"Yep," she replied.