"Sir, heading to downtown?"
On the outskirts of Gonzalez City.
A taxi driver was leaning against a tree, smoking, when he saw a middle-aged man walking towards him from a distance.
The early spring was unexpectedly cold, even during the day the temperature was only around ten degrees Celsius.
But the man was wearing a vest and a pair of shorts.
Underneath, a pair of slippers.
Anyone else would probably have been shivering from the cold.
Yet this middle-aged man seemed completely at ease, humming a tune as he walked along the road.
Relaxed and comfortable.
This area was quite remote, and taxi drivers did not like to take fares here.
Once they drove out to the suburbs, they usually had to return with an empty cab.
Only after the customer offered an extra fifty bucks did he agree to come.
He had intended to smoke a cigarette and drive back empty.
But seeing the man, the taxi driver casually called out, "Heading to downtown?"