While You walk into an old clock shop, a guy that owns the shop comes up to you, kissing your hand. "And who may you be, young lady...?" You laugh a little bit, not sure if he's mentally ok. You're not that young, you're in your 20s. He smiles kindly at you, showing affection for his new customer. It's obvious that nobody usually comes into this shop, and it's obvious that this guy spends most of his time alone.