Ordeal for Foreigners

He was a fairly tall person with a cigarette on his left hand and a phone on his right, with a skin complexion bending on the brownish side, his hair was thin and black in color, his eyes were sunk deep and he had a beak like nose, maybe because of his hight his neck was a little crooked all of this gave him a sinister like look. He wore a bumper jacket with blue V shaped blue pattern on the top and white on the bottom. and a rugged blue jeans and a black shoe. I thought that he was a shopkeeper of some kind of hardware shop as I overheard him taking on his phone about the things he was about to deliver to his customer. after taking a small puff of his cigrette he began his move.

There was a moderately heavy traffic that day. The weather was sunny yet the gentle winds brought the coldness in the atmosphere. I was standing on the side of the road wating for my friend. A little few feet away from me, there was a group of tourist, maybe from an European country, because their skin were fair and spoke in a British dialect. I assumed that they wanted to cross the road but could not because they were not familiar with such conditions, and were arguing with each other.

Then they saw a tall guy with a cigarette on his left hand and was talking with someone holding his phone on the right hand, was walking towards the road. They started watching him. he gently rose his left hand and the cars slowed down. The tourist who were watching him were left frozen at the sight. As if his cigrette was some kind of wand which made the cars stop. In amid of such scenario a foreigner who was able to gather his consciousness started to follow him and soon after the group of tourist rushed behind him and crossed the road. After witnessing everything. The ordeal of those tourists and the coolness of the tall guy. I giggled to myself under the mask and continued wating for my friend.