Innocent rose

9 : Work

His point of view

We walk into the dark school. They didn't have many lights on.

"Welcome back" a woman, maybe mid thirties, walked in to greet Rosie.

She was holding a pair of crutches to hand to her.

She looked like the typical teacher. Wearing a pencil skirt, blouse and blazer. Her brown hair up in a bun, glasses and despite her smile, she still had a strict look on her face. 

The smile she had gradually fades as she got closer to us. 

She must recognize me, I'm pretty well known throughout the city. I was honestly surprised Rosie never heard of me before.

"Rosie... who's your uhm... friend?" She asks staring directly into my eyes. She was definitely not blind. "This is my da- uh I mean boyfriend..." she corrects herself. 

I couldn't help but smile.

That's my girl.

"Your name?" She squints her eyes. I could tell she was trying to figure out if I was just a lookalike or actually him. "Nathan. Nathan Morrone, nice to meet you." I shake her hand and give her a small smile. I couldn't help but think of 'James. James Bond.' when I said it.

''N-Nice to meet you too...'' she stammers as her face became pale. I couldn't help but smile at her. I didn't mean to scare her on purpose, but that little glimpse of fear in their eyes. Ah. I somehow never get tired of seeing it. 

It's almost satisfying.

"So..." Rosie says, probably feeling the awkward tension.

"So tell me more about this school. I've never heard of it's existence before I met my little angel here" I place my hand on her shoulder.

"Of course.'' her voice high pitched. ''Sorry...'' she clears her throat. 

''Uhm. How about a quick tour?" She quickly offers. "I'd love to, lead the way." I put my hand out to let her go first. This is the perfect opportunity to see Rosie's workspace.

"This district provides blind and visually impaired kids their own classes separated by age like other schools." She calmly explains while I keep an eye on Rosie. "They're here only a few hours a day before or after their regular classes to learn braille, which Rosie here teaches, then there's independent travel and assistive technology."

"Are you okay?" I whisper to Rosie who's trying to get the hang of it. "Just need a little practice." she says her short self struggling with the big crutches. I follow behind her so I can catch her if she falls. "This class has already started." the woman or principal whispers as she opens another door in the hall. The hall had a lot of tactile art on the walls and sculptures near the entrance. I also noticed every room had a different type of floor. It must be helpful to feel if you're in the right room.

I take mental notes for when I meet with the interior designer later.

"In this room they learn how to complete assignments with specialized tools or materials." Most kids in these classes were walking around with their cane. I completely forgot that she needs one. Because of her foot, I've just been carrying her everywhere or leading the way.

"We also teach how to do everyday things that might seem impossible to do when you're blind. Like navigating your way in a place you're unfamiliar with, cooking, cleaning, using everyday appliances." She explains surprisingly relaxed.

The school bell rings. It wasn't as loud as I remembered at my highschool. "Your class is starting Rosalie. I assume you haven't forgotten the way to your room?" "Of course not!" Rosie answers and leads the way to her classroom where a bunch of kids were walking into.