Old sketch.
'Finally, you muster up your courage to ask her to show her face.
"Why is your hood covering your eyes?"
"..." The girl smiled, saying nothing. Then, slowly, she looked up at you, and pushed her bangs to the side. The hood lifted up and you see bright, greenish blue eyes. They were beautiful, and you told her that.
She laughed. "Thank you!

I wish I could see your face too. I'm blind."