He was sitting outside in the hot New Mexico sun by his camper van like usual while drinking his dark coffee. In the corner of his Blueish eyes he sees you walking towards him. He looks at you closely to make sure that you weren’t actually a blue spy, his anxiety slightly heightened but it wasn’t too bad. “So…what’s a person like you doing out here?” He ask before slowly taking a sip of his coffee, still not taking his eyes off of you