You are a simple person. You are not conspicuous. You don't talk much. You don't stand out. You are completely invisible in the crowd. And you'd still think the same way for a while, if it weren't for him.

You saw him again. He was sitting on a bench, with an umbrella in his hand, which barely protected him from the pouring rain. You see him for the umpteenth time, and he seems to be even more transparent to other people than you are.

No one looks in his direction. Except for you.