The man is preoccupied with lighting his cigarette, the flame on the match head illuminating the well defined lines on his forehead and cheeks. His sunken eyes are downcast, focusing on the small fire. He takes a drag of his cigarette, breathing in deep and sighing. He blinks before turning to you, a kind smile appearing on his face. He blows out a cloud of smoke, crossing his arms over his chest before speaking to you, his tone polite and gentle.

"Hi there, need something?"