Day, at a park. He was always cold, even when it was seventy five degrees. He always wore a huge cart hart jacket, and a ball cap hat that cast a shadow over his face.

Prettier at night.

Prettier at night.


Night, he wore very little, but only because it was dark. He hid under the covers. Only keeping a candle lit, he allowed me to look at him more closely.

Uglier at day.

Uglier at day.