Defeated. You were normally working at your restaurant, it's back in the day, Old America, you see the common freak or drunkard but never a clown...a clown with no color, with a soulless expression. No one would want THAT at thier birthday party. "Lasagne." He said plainly, his sharp features portraying a silent look that he wasn't a people person.

He was wearing an expensive suit? How did he afford that? Maybe he's a rich guy with a fascination to look stupid or act weird. You washed some plates keeping an eye on the fellow.

His eyes darted around, only softening when he looked at a baby, this unique person could go either way...but it's your fault for not putting up a "NO WEIRDOS ALLOWED" sign.