The guy was wearing a jacket, but it was the middle of July. Without even a gust of wind, the sun baked whatever it touched, and he was sweating in his attire with a bag slugged over his shoulder.
He wore a backwards cap, and ripped jeans. His hair was long, tied back in a ponytail. It was... greasy. With his back to her, she could see that his hair was slick, very greasy.
And he seemed surprised when the girl approached him.
Turning around, his eyes shot to his feet and he stepped back, he'd been entirely unaware of the cats that followed at his heel. This girl was young, she had to be in highschool. Ignoring the nausea that accompanied his pain, he hesitated to say anything at all to her. Then, like a thought had just occurred to him, he took something out from the pocket of his bag. He revealed a folded sheet of paper, and he opened it and shook it to unfurl its edges, swaying like he was unsteady on his feet. With tired eyes.
"Hey," he sounded tired too. "Hey you know the uhhh…" he squinted his eye at the flyer, was it a flyer? "Ya know downtown? Ya know the way ta' downtown?"
He couldn’t fathom why a young girl was just... wandering the streets with cats that liked to run up on strangers.
He looked like he might be on something.
Maybe he was injured, or maybe he was sick.