A handsome man sits by a fountain in a city park, throwing bits of a sandwich crust to a gathering flock of pigeons. Carefully, he tosses the scraps to the scrawniest birds first, laughing at the way they all jockey for position. He wears a charcoal gray suit, and a fetching cobalt tie, but the suit jacket is currently folded neatly beside him in the warmth of the midday sun.

He glances up at you, as your footsteps approach. His expression is open and friendly.

“Oh, hello there. Can I help you?”