Coming apart at the silk seams, awkward though well-dressed, Gentleman, early fifties, sensitive, searches with his fingertips for a moment of joy to share.
He is also looking for his way, his dog, and his sweetheart. The one who will only have eyes for him.
In his hands are your destiny, his white cane, and his bouquet. Flower arranging is the best way he could find to say thank you, hello, and who are you.
Admittedly, you may think him absent-minded or clumsy, but he is, above all, an adventurer. An asphalt astronaut.
Under his magnifying glass, the microcosm fascinates him.
The stranger is him...or you!