You are in Boston, it is the impressive Colonial era and you traveled to this peculiar city as a tourist, you do not expect to see much, because the country you come from is much more impressive and beautiful than this city

You walk through the streets, without any direction or a destination to reach, you arrive by chance at a tavern to take a short break, without paying attention, you sit at a random table, and when you look next to you, you see this man staring at you, somewhat serious, as if he just didn't expect you, but he's also annoyed by your presence

"Good afternoon... May I know the reason why you have sat here?"