"Hello, my name is Madison and I will be serving you today." A woman in front of their table said as she placed two menus before him and Foggy. "May I get you two something to drink?"
"Coke, please." Foggy said.
"Okay." Madison said as she took out a pen and wrote it down. "And you?"
"Water will be fine." Matt said, smiling at her.
"All right." Madison said as she made another note. "I'll have those out to you in just a few minutes." She walked away, leaving behind a strong scent of some sort of perfume that nearly made Matt sneeze.
"Where's Karen? I thought that she was supposed to be here with us?" Matt asked as he heard Foggy beginning to flip his menu.
"She called me this morning and said that she was sick."
"Oh, is she okay?"
"I think so. I told her that we could cancel this, but she told me that you and I should go ahead and celebrate the fact that we took down Fisk." Foggy froze, hand halfway between turning a page. "Wait. We can celebrate, right? I mean the last time we tried to celebrate he kind of . . . tried to escape."
"Trust me, he's locked up for good." Matt told him, giving a small laugh as he reached for his own menu. He frowned as his hands touched something that felt way too small.
"I think I want a burger. How about you?" Foggy asked as he looked up from his own menu.
"What?" He questioned, seeing the look of displeasure upon Matt's face as his fingers ran across the menu. He held it up in answer.
"Oh." Foggy said, realizing the problem just as Madison came over to their table again.
"Here we go." She said, placing the drinks before them. "Have we decided what we want to order yet?"
"Well, I have, but my friend here needs a braille menu." Foggy said, gesturing to Matt with his hand.
"Oh, yeah. I'm so sorry, I'll get that out to you in a minute, okay." Madison said kindly. She left and returned about ten minutes later, carrying the item that Matt needed.
"Here you go." Madison placed it on the table.
"Thanks." Matt said. He had stretched out his hand to bring the menu closer to him when he felt another one grasp his. "It's right here, sweetie." Madison said, pulling his hand toward it. "And here's the first-"
"Um, thank you, really, but I can do this myself."
"Are you sure?" Madison asked softly. "I could help you."
"Yes, I am very sure."
"All right then, well, just call out to me if you need anything." Madison said, walking away to help out some other table.
"Why is it that whenever people find out I'm blind that they think I can't do things for myself?" Matt sighed.
"It's because they don't know how to live without their sight. Now order something before we find out that Fisk dug through his cell with a spoon or something."