When Kyle assured her that having her as his partner was something that he wanted to do Grace smiled a little and blushed slightly. She always felt bad when she thought this, but sometimes she was glad that Kyle couldn’t see. Then again she really had no clue as to the limits of his sight. He could certainly make out shapes at the very least, maybe he could tell when she smiled and blushed. She kind of hoped not. She felt a lot more comfortable thinking he couldn’t see how lame she was sometimes.

As his hand extended towards her, Grace looked at him in surprise, glancing from his hand, up to his face and then back again before she reached out hesitantly and shook it. “I’ll do my best.” She promised, since it was really the only thing she could assure him. For some reason Kyle seemed to think she was capable of a lot more than she did. Then again she’d heard that you’re always your own worst critic. So maybe he was seeing something she wasn’t. “Okay then, Coach. Should we get started?” Grace shrugged slightly, still smiling to herself.