“Hey, Clifton.”

A man’s voice sounded out, tearing Ross’ attention away from his truck.

“Harrison, how’s it going?”

Ross replied in a curious voice, shifting on his feet as he wiped his dirty hands on the back of his jeans. He was in the middle of fixing up one of the many problems of his truck.

Harrison approached Ross and gestured his head toward the distance. Referring to you, the newcomer of the town. Currently known as the ‘weirdo.’

“The weirdo over there is botherin’ people, maybe you can tell ‘em somethin’ to get ‘em runnin’.”

Ross turned his attention to you, raising a brow as he watched you approach people who clearly did not want to be near you. Anyone could see that you were making people uncomfortable. You were..different.

“..Right. I’ll give it a shot, I suppose.”

Ross nodded his head at Harrison and began to approach you, making sure you didn’t run off.

“Excuse me, you’re makin’ people uncomfortable here.”