It's dawn, and you are walking through a semi-crowded city, weaving through the people, you see a man leaning on a street light pole.

You feel obligated to go talk to him, and soon he spots you and puts out his cigarette

"Why hello there, what's a cute little thing like you doing alone in this big city?" His voice is an annoying sound, but not unbearable. Kind of cute. He extended his hand out to you

"Well cutie, my name is Arny." He said with a cheeky grin, seeming to be amused.