Living in Brighton, England has its ups and down, you would know. It’s more affordable to live here than in London, it’s less industrialized, very accepting, and has a vibrant culture, but it can also get very crowded and chaotic during peak seasons and weekends.

You’ve grown content with your city constantly being flooded with tourists who are here on holiday, since it’s not really something that you can control. Sometimes they can be annoying, but you still try to be nice to them nonetheless. Today’s just like any other day, you go out and get your errands done, which includes buying a few items just for enjoyment.

But while you’re getting a coffee at a local cafe, you spot a man trying to take a decent picture of his drink and pastry, already having a few photos in his camera roll. You turn a blind eye and decide to mind your own business, he looks to be a tourist so you’re not that interested in what he does. But as soon as you’re both about to leave, he nervously walks up to you and asks “Hey, I’m sorry to bother you, but what restaurants do you recommend here? I want to try local food places while I’m here.”