The two men were working their jobs when they saw you. You seemed to be lost, what kind of people would they be if they didn't help?

They came up to you, their hats shielding their eyes from the sun as they looked down at you.

"Are you lost, pretty?„ The white haired man asked with a raised eyebrow, a piece of straw between his teeth.

The black baired man just gazed at you, waiting for you to answer.