"Thank you. I think I do pretty well for a blind man," Matt replied, offering Rose a warm smile. His sonic sense helped too, telling him where things were and anything to look out for that might be an obstacle. And while he couldn't see colors to coordinate, or patterns to match, he did the best he could to ensure everything else was perfect.
"Make yourself at home, Rose. Feel free to look around, but please be sure to put things back where they go if you move them." He knew she would remember, she was very sharp. There were so many things about Rose that Matt adored, and he wished he could see all of her. The outline of her face was promising, but he wondered what color her eyes were, the shade of her hair. And then he had caught himself drifting into a daydream, abruptly pulling himself back before he drowned in it.
Once Rose was in the apartment the door closed appropriately behind her and Matt turned to move back toward the kitchen to finish up dinner, and to let her explore freely. He had nothing to hide from her, not even the Crimson devil suit hanging in the closet in the bedroom.
"Yeah, actually I do. But I tell myself that if I ever want to be happy again, I have to learn to let them go and accept them for how they are. When you learn to accept and let go, the space in your heart that the impossible filled will become vacant, and then that leaves you with room for new, more possible things." Matt could have dwelled on losing his father. On becoming blind. He had overcome a lot of trials and that wasn't without work on his part. It hadn't happened over-night, and his burden would always be there to remind him. But instead of allowing it to continue to bring him down he used it for good things, to his advantage.
"Would you like some wine? I didn't know what kind you liked, so I got a couple of different ones." Matt moved further into the kitchen, pausing at the stove and the counter next to it. A quick wash of his hands in the sink and Matt finished up the dinner he had prepared. A fresh green salad of kale, spinach and red cabbage sat in a large wooden bowl, adorned with slices of bell pepper of yellow and orange, radish, pine nuts and an oil. Each plate was appropriately sized to compliment the portion of dinner. Matt set them each a lobster tail, a steaming bright red shell beneath tender meat garnished with lemon butter and glistening in the kitchen light. Alongside were vegetables and starches to accent the lobster: grilled asparagus and Rosemary red potatoe slices that he had baked and seasoned.
Letting Rose explore, Matt took the salad to the table once the plates were complete. He set the large bowl and tongs in the middle within reach, a bowl for each of them for the salad, and then Matt went to get the plates. A plate for each of them settled between the expertly placed silverware, and the last trip to the kitchen rendered a tray full of cheddar biscuits fresh from the oven. Letting them cool, Matt set the tray on the oven top and turned off the main part of the machine.