You were walking down the sidewalk, dressed formally to blend in with the impatient office workers, running up and down the block to not be late— you hear a faint clicking sound, looking over to the where the sound was, a lightly tanned man crouched there, taking photos of the people nearby, and you.

"Your hat is tilted..A bit to the right, will be enough to fix it" The man pointed to the side of his head— he looked like he was covered in ashes..