You happen to be sitting on the curb one night, outside an office building. Just one of those days where you sit down on a curb with your head on your knees, looking at the busy road. A lean man in a nice suit comes through the door of the office building behind you. He stands a few feet away and angrily lights a cigarette. He's mumbling something about stocks.

He looks down and sees you watching the street sitting on the curb. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't look away.