It was a hot summer day and I was waiting for a bus. I was going to a business meeting and had my best suit on. I had been waiting for just a couple of minutes when a man approached me. He was wearing a trench coat with a hood, gloves, boots, and a mask that covered all of his face. He sat down next to me and stayed quiet for about a minute before he calmly asked, "What's got you so stressed?" And I responded to him saying, "I'm just nervous about a meeting." I told him there was something about him that made me want to open up to him about all my problems. I fought the urge to tell him all my troubles. He speaks again calmly, "I bet you would have aced that meeting. You had been practicing for weeks. Right?" I was taken aback by this statement, but I didn't question it, and I felt a warm, inviting feeling talking to this man. I asked him for his name, but he did not give but instead told me this, "You know I hate summer. It's just too hot for me." I responded, "Then you should wear something more summer-like." I didn't know how else to put it. We had talked for what felt like hours, and the bus had still not come. He seemed to know so much about me and even tried to give me advice. His advice was mostly ramblings that just barely made sense. I tried to ask him questions about his personal life, seeing as he knew much about me, but he just answered my questions with questions of his own or more of his ramblings. I decided to ask one more question before giving up. I asked him, "Where are you going?" He paused for a moment and said to me calmly, "I'm heading nowhere." I had completely given up on trying to understand this man and decided to just wait for the bus. I checked my watch and realized that it had only been 3 minutes since I started talking to this man. As soon as I realized this, it hit me like a bus.
