The moment my high heels hit the concrete leading to the door, he spoke in a voice quiet enough to make me realize he wasn’t able to accurately estimate my distance.
The directions even for a seeing person aren’t all that simple on this campus with buildings, highly-trafficked bike paths, decorative foliage and meandering walkways, so I decided to guide him through my building where he’d face fewer obstacles.
As we walked toward the doors, he seemed to follow the sound of my voice. Our sides brushed each other briefly so I gently adjusted to provide some space, realizing he couldn’t see my shape even when I was close to him.