Velma's heart skipped a beat as she instinctively jumped back, her body tensing in response to the sudden presence of the stranger behind her. Her eyes widened in surprise, her gaze fixated on the mysterious figure who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The person stood before her, their medium-length black hair cascading in gentle waves around their angular face, framing their features with an air of enigma. Dark, penetrating eyes locked with Velma's. "What?" She asked.
"See," the person commented with a smile. "A blind person would not act the way you are acting."
Caught off guard, Velma found herself momentarily at a loss for words. Her mind raced to process the unexpected encounter, her eyes never wavering from the stranger's face.
"In what way am I acting?" She questioned, trying to regain her composure.
"A blind person cannot take in the atmosphere the way you are," he commented wryly. "It is obvious you admire the garden."