I sat in the giant crank-up-and-down-able chair, slightly intimidated my the giant whirring machine thing slightly to my left. Gagana had just needed some new lenses because her vision got a little worse, but was keeping her frames. Unlike in the real world, everything from the glasses shop comes immediately, and you don't have to wait for results. So there she was sitting in the chair beside me. The nurse had just left.

"So, are they gonna have to put drops in my eye or..." I trailed off, glancing worriedly at Gagana, who immediately shook her head.

"No, no. In here they just put the machine over your face and viola!" She smiles, glancing down at her hands which were in her lap. I smile nervously, still slightly intimidated by the machine. Wait.... Aren't I supposed to fearless? Yeah! That's who I am! I shouldn't let myself act like a wimp in front of my new friend. I jump when the doctor enters.

It's a tall Asian lady with little glasses sitting on top of her nose. She looks annoyed, but not at me. She systematically swings the thing over my face and pulls it back, glancing at the screen. She gasps.

"Do I have third degree eye cancer?" I look at her and brace for the impact of her telling me that my life was over.

"No. You're just really really blind. I'm surprised you got this far without glasses. Go and pick out some frames," With that, she left the room.

I sighed in relief while Gagana just stared at me and wryly smiled. "Third degree eye cancer?"

"That is a thing. Maybe."

"It's not," She swings open the door and I follow. What is waiting there 'in the back' is intimidatingly magnificent. Reminding me of the bookshelves in Beauty and the Beast, the walls of frames go up and up and up for an eternity. I get a headache just trying to estimate how many racks there are. "Well. What frames do you want?"

"Me?"

"No duh, Sherlock,"

"Well I dunno. You choose."

"Okay, fine. I'll choose a few." She says this, but the first pair she picks up, some pink wider ones, is what I automatically decide I 'love' to avoid having to choose.

Later, we are waiting by a front desk. The lady exits a door from behind the counter and walks up to us with my glasses, sliding them onto my face. The first thing I do is look out the window to my left and gasp. "Trees have leaves?"