As soon as Rose got to her apartment she took a hot shower then changed out of her skirt and blouse and into a pair of jeans and a grey sweatshirt. She had just settled into the couch when the door knocked.

"Coming!" She called and quietly groaned getting up to answer it.

"Who is it?" She said. "It's Clara!" Rose smiled and opened her door. "Hi!" Rose said letting her inside. "Hi, I heard Professor Lake screwed you over." Clara said.

Rose sighed plopping onto the couch. "Thanks for reminding me." "Sorry." She replied smirking.

Rose rolled her eyes disgusted. "I still can't believe that jerk," She sat up scowling. "You know I think it's a conspiracy." Clara chuckled. "I'll be sure to notify the Prime Minister."

Rose smirked then noticed something in her hand. "What's that?"

Clara smiled holding up a white paper bag. "I brought chips and root beer. Thought it might make you feel better."

She grinned. It never failed. Ever since they were kids her friend Clara always knew how to make her feel better. "Clara, you're brilliant!" Rose smiled. Clara grinned and sat beside her and they began eating.

After a few minutes Clara glanced at her sipping her drink. "So did anything else happen?" Rose shrugged. "No," She then smirked biting into a chip. "Well, I kind of got caught up in this bloke and we talked awhile."

Clara's eyes widen with excitement. "Wait, you met somebody?" She quickly shook her head regretting opening her mouth. "No, no, I'm not saying anything more."

"Ooh, who is he?" Clara squealed and clasping her hands with delight. "No, I'm not telling you." Rose said firmly folding her arms. She loved Clara but she was a bit of a blabber mouth especially when it came to boys.

"Oh, come on, please?" Clara begged. Rose studied her carefully. "Promise you won't tell?"

Clara crossed her heart.

She sighed. "Okay, his name's David. He's Professor Smith's stepson and he's a music major."

Clara nodded biting a chip. "I think I've heard of him," She said. "He plays guitar, right?" She smiled. "Yeah, he does. "Well, what happened? Was he nice?" Clara asked. Rose nodded shyly. "Yeah, he was quite the gentleman; a real sweat heart."

"Do you like him?"

"Maybe." She replied slowly. Clara scoffed. "Then what's the problem?" Rose sighed as she ate. "He's blind."

Clara nodded. "He's blind," She let the phrase sink in sipping her soda and shrugged. "So?"

"So I feel foolish for moaning about my silly problems when he's blind." She threw her hands up.

"Did you offend him or something?" Clara asked. Rose shrugged biting into a chip. "I don't think so. I mean he asked me what was wrong." "Okay but I still don't get what's the problem?" She said.

"I'm embarrassed," She shook her head. "He has to see the world with his fingers and a walking stick and here I was moaning about a stupid newspaper job."

"Did David seem bitter about being blind?" Clara asked.

Rose smiled. "That's the thing he was so nonchalant about it. So positive." She bit her lower lip. "I really liked being around him."

Clara eyed her smirking. "Do you want to go out with him?" She said nudging her arm.

Rose tugged her earring shyly. "Yes, no, maybe," She finally groaned. "I don't know." Clara rolled her eyes. "Well, that clears it up." She scoffed. "Look, I just met him, today besides I probably won't even see him again." Rose replied.

Clara nodded popping a chip in her mouth. "There ya' go, then. You may not see him again so why worry?"

Rose glanced at her. "I'm not but what if I do see him then what? I'd like to get to know him better without feeling awkward around him." Clara shrugged. "Well, since you're that nervous just become his friend."

She sighed heavily and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I could."

Clara smiled lightly hitting her leg. "But like you said you probably won't see him again." Rose just nodded quietly glancing out the window. That was true she probably wouldn't see him again but deep down she really hoped she would.

David stood alone in his kitchen feeling the braille labels for the coffee. His friend Matt wasn't home yet which was fine with him. David liked the quiet.

It took a lot of convincing and remodeling of his apartment before David's parents would let him live on his own, well, he also had to agree to have a roommate, of course, so he picked his high school friend Matt to be his roommate, someone that he felt comfortable with and got along with. Matt also wasn't as nervous around him as his other friends were.

After making the coffee he carefully poured it into a cup then he heard his friend Matt's voice behind him along with his backpack landing on the carpet with a thud. "Hey!"

"Hi!" David said reaching for the sugar. "Oh, you making coffee?" Matt asked. "Yeah." He replied hearing Matt approaching in the kitchen. "You need any help?"

David sighed slightly exasperated. "Well, I've gotten this far let's see if I can go all the way, shall we?" He remarked. "Sorry," Matt grunted. "Somebody had a bad day, huh?"

David regretted his comment. Just because he had that unpleasant moment in Mickey's car didn't mean Matt deserved to have his head snapped off.

"Sorry," He apologized. "Would you like a cup?" "Yeah, I could use one." Matt said. David poured him a cup as Matt hopped on the counter and sat there, a habit that drove David nuts.

"Matt, seriously, must you sit there?" He scoffed. Matt rolled his eyes. "Hey, as a medical student I am on my feet all day and reserve the right to sit anywhere I choose." David nodded. "Yes but not on the counter now off." He gestured to floor.

Matt playfully pouted taking his coffee. "Spoil sport." David smirked shaking his head and they moved to the couch in the living room. "So anything happen today?" Matt asked sipping his coffee. David shrugged. "Not really, I met a nice girl, though."

His eyes widen impressed. "Well, get you, who is she?" David smiled tilting his head. "Her name's Rose." "Did you ask her out?" Matt asked. He shook his head. "No, we only talked for a few minutes."

"Well, was she nice?" He asked. David nodded. "Yeah, very nice. A bit nervous when she found out I was blind but she was just so easy to talk to, ya' know?" He smiled.

Matt smiled tapping his shoulder. "Hey, maybe you'll see her again."

He smiled at that thought as he drank from his cup. He really wouldn't mind talking to her again.

Matt glanced at him. "So why were you so grouchy earlier?" David leaned back in the couch and sighed. "I've been set up on a date for this Friday."

"You mean Martha's friend?" He sipped his coffee.

"Yeah, didn't you know about it?" David asked tilting his head at him. Matt sighed. "Kind of, I knew she had a friend name Sherry but I didn't know she was going to go through with setting you up with her," He studied David, curious. "Is that why you're so sore?"

He scoffed setting his cup down on the coffee table. "Can you blame me? I mean know nothing about this girl. I don't know her dreams, her goals, her likes and dislikes," David shook his head. "Hell, I don't even know her last name."

"Never stopped me from dating a girl." Matt smirked.

David sighed. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry but I'm looking for something more in a relationship other than a girl being blind like me." He remarked. "Well, maybe you can explain it all to Martha. I'm sure she'll understand," Matt sighed getting up. "I'm going to make dinner." He said heading to the kitchen.

He nodded. "I'll be there in a second to help." David said. He smiled patting him on the shoulder before leaving.

David sat there for a minute with his chin resting on his walking cane handle almost scoffing at Matt's comment. Explain to Martha...what for? He knew how this worked. David had been through this before. Martha was a kind and well meaning person but she wouldn't listen and in the end he'd feel guilty, anyway.

He had to face facts as long as he had to keep seeing the world with his hands there was no point in explaining anything to anyone after all if no one ever bothered to listen to him before why would they listen to him, now?

He sighed heavily with defeat and got up to go to the kitchen.