The Artist. Fangirl Confessions, #2

I don't do crowds or relationships. This is my first convention, and while I'm excited to finally meet my fellow fangirls, I'm already regretting such a huge commitment. My anxiety is through the roof, but I'm determined to see it through. When Ronnie and I wander toward the vendor area, I trip over my own feet and nearly tumble down the escalator. My life flashes before my eyes just as a pair of strong arms wrap around me, pulling me back from the brink of disaster.
My rescuer-Daredevil. Well, a man cosplaying as him at least. I'm so flustered, I don't catch his name before he vanishes into the crowd. Later, I stumble into him again at a vendor's booth without his mask and realize he shares a core trait with the masked vigilante. He's blind. As he shows me his art, I realize two things. He's an amazing artist, and I'm dangerously close to breaking my rule. No relationships.
I can't risk the pain again.