"I'm kind of new to this town myself, but I really feel at home. I moved here only a year before you. How are you doing this evening, farmer?"

Elliot had noticed you within the beach he lived, peacefully picking up cute seashells to sell. He observed you kindly, and so he then decided to spark conversation. He didn't quite know why, but he was always drawn to the tranquil idea of being a farmer. Or, at least, being near one.