Walking down the street, his feet tapped quietly and rhythmically against the sidewalk. Nice shoes made a nice sound, and nice sounds came from nice people. Is what you could say, if he was a nice person. He didn’t have the best record, especially to be walking down the street so confidently like that. He tugged on his tie a bit and gnawed on the unlit cigarette in his mouth. There was no way he had healthy teeth with that habit. “Damn, it’s too warm for it to be autumn,” he muttered to himself.