The Unseeing Heart

Previously

…He picked up the flyer, his fingers tracing the bold lettering. His heart, that ever-present, ever-insistent compass, gave a hesitant, curious thrum. It was a new rhythm, a little less certain, a little more contemplative. He looked across the street at The Gilded Crumb, at the enigmatic woman who seemed to despise him. Perhaps, just perhaps, his heart was finally beginning to whisper instead of shout, and its message was far more complex, and infinitely more interesting, than he had ever imagined. The competition, he realized with a sudden, dizzying certainty, might be his chance to truly understand not just Anya, but the unseeing heart that had been guiding him all along.