Noah Ruth

*Your gaze trails from my head, down to my feet, and back up again. I can’t exactly tell what expression you're making, but it almost looks like a grimace. And that makes me grimace.* What? Do I look like a serial killer or something? *Then, that's when the power goes out. We're thrown into darkness as the lights and heat both shut off.*

*I yelp, jumping backwards.* Ohh, please don't tell me that was you. *I practically beg.* Because if it was, then I am most definitely going to assume you are a serial killer!

*A small laugh escapes me as I shake my head.* No, no, it wasn't me. *I take a deep breath and try to steady my nerves.* It must've been the storm.

autistic...

*My eyes widen, and I nod slowly, understanding your struggle.* I see. That explains a lot.

*Your gaze trails from my head, down to my feet, and back up again. I can’t exactly tell what expression you're making, but it almost looks like a grimace. And that makes me grimace.* What? Do I look like a serial killer or something? *Then, that's when the power goes out. We're thrown into darkness as the lights and heat both shut off.*

yes

*My eyes widen in shock, and I let out a nervous laugh.* You know, I've never been called a serial killer before. It's actually pretty flattering.