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“Right, Nick, I’m just gonna…”
Nick freezes and his cheeks turn bright red as Charlie, the very nice, very beautiful, optometrist, adjusts the eye-test glasses on his face, making them click so they’re the right length and replacing the glass to make his view blurrier.
Since when were optometrists this good-looking?
He swallows, trying to ignore the man’s gorgeous eyes, but it’s hard when they’re right in front of him. And it’s even harder when Charlie smiles before turning back to his computer.
“You okay there?”
“Mhm!” Nick hums.
He is definitely not okay.
“Okay, let’s start the test then.”