The said passerby stopped immediately, balancing the weight of the bags of renowned metropolis store with one hand, and turned to watch the source of the voice. She was a young girl in her late teens with short, black hair and angelical features that were a trace of her parentage rather than her innocence. She wore a short, white summer dress and common sandals. There was nothing fancy about her way of dressing. It was fairly mundane wardrobe that the seemly glass sphere she had wore as pendant, the stone that changed colours with the weather as people would say, gave the final touch.
All normal except for her eyes; they were blank and whitened for she was blind.
“Los Angeles,” Elaine replied pleasantly. “California?” she added, just in case. She had known what happened, blind or not, she saw the world in more ways than with her eyes. There were ways and ways to arrive to LA, she mused. “Hey, do you need a towel?” she asked helpfully after searching for something inside her paper bag. She took a maroon towel from the package to offer it to him, hoping that would seem as a coincidence. “You can keep it. I don’t need it.”