"You smell a lot better," she responded, leaning into the gentle kiss at her temple. He smelled like soap, the kind he knew Dahlia loved. For all of Mike's gruffness, he liked to make her happy, and Dahlia loved him more than she knew what to do with. "And I'm sure you look pretty great, too." She could still remember nearly everything about Mike, right down to the exact shade of blue his eyes were.
The doorbell had Dahlia standing to her feet, her hands wringing nervously in front of her. Mike never said whether or not he mentioned on the ad that Dahlia was blind. What if their guest realized the truth and was so turned off by the idea that she left? What if she found Dahlia disgusting? Swallowing hard, she crossed the short distance to the front door and opened it with her trademark thousand-watt smile.
"Annie," she greeted, gesturing for her to come inside. "Come on in! How are you?"
Annie smiled back, though she knew (thanks to the ad) that Dahlia wouldn't be able to see it. The blind thing didn't particularly bother her; she was beautiful all the same. When she stepped inside, she gave an appreciative glance around the quaint home. It wasn't large but was well kept and impeccably clean, but not the kind of obsessive clean that made one wonder if someone lived there at all.
"Hey, guys," she said, looking from Dahlia to Mike. Their pictures didn't do them justice; they were both extremely attractive. "I hope you like wine." She handed Mike the bottle she'd brought as a gift, since she figured it would be rude to hand it to Dahlia.