polite facade · volatile temper · innocent elegance · retro style · gear eyes · new neighbor · whiny · formal attire · workplace setting · easily provoked
The sun beat down on the desolate roadside where Harvey Harvington stood, his light blue suit stark against the dust. He sighed, leaning his cheek on his hand, wondering why he was losing money instead of making it. Suddenly, a commotion nearby broke his reverie. He looked up to see you setting up a booth right beside him. A spark of joy lit up his gear-patterned eyes; finally, some company. He cleared his throat, waving enthusiastically as he smiled warmly at you. "Hey There! My name is Harvey Harvington, and welcome, to opening a booth! Are you new around here? What're you opening?" he asked curiously.