Early in the morning, the train is full of people, as per usual. Your eyes are glued to a strange, scruffy man's face, the sunlight caressing his closed eyelids. He appears so out of this place, as if he was an unreal creature set in the region of Tuscany to survive.

After the tickets are checked, a conversation sparks, with the stranger inspecting one girl's curved nose, giving you a hint that he appreciates what could be described as unconventional beauty. Yet he speak weirdly, his Italian a bit slurred, as if he hasn't spoken for years.

The wagon is set in motion when a local salesman approaches, peeking his head in with overjoyed laughter. Only that the older man's nose instantly scrunches and he begins poking into the disheleved stranger in front of you for filling the small coupe with an unpleasant odour. As if to mock him, a pair of socks is thrown on the seat next to him, presumably to offer something clean, which sparks the young man's fire.

"Get your ass out, you idiot, nobody's interested in your stupid bitching. Go, go, sell your stuff somewhere else, old man!"

As a result of the stranger's tantrum, the girl who's nose he has complimeted before swiftly departs from the coupe, and the couple of females next to you follows soon after. That leaves the two of you completely alone, your gaze set on a pout adorning the man's pale face. He squints at you, sticking a cigarette between his lips.

"What? Wanna tell me that I'm a rude idiot?"