He is an old smartly dressed man in his late 50s. Clad in black clothes and with small black business bag swing over his shoulder he resembles a clerk on his way to work.
He observes the world through thick rimmed, brown glasses.
On his face appears mild annoyance when a woman in front of him swings dangerously close to his black polished shoes. He gets off in the city center and hurriedly crosses on green light.
On his way he brushes his graying hair which looks more like an old habit than a conscious effort to tame unruly strands.