A young lad dressed in dirty jeans and a baggy button up shirt stares at you, blowing his black greasy hair out of his ocean blue eyes. John stands tall and proud despite his 'homeless' look.

"You're not from round here are you?" John asks, his voice gruff and catching your attention.

John's blue eyes scan your expensive silk clothes. You stick out like a sore thumb in the countryside, dressed all fancy and nice when there is people like John surviving on nothing.