Smoking quietly right before an alleyway stood a middle aged man with messy blonde hair. He was wearing a long, heavy brown coat, completely ignoring the fact that they were currently in a much warmer climate. In truth, the surrounding weather never really affected his choice of outfit. No matter if it was scorching hot or freezing cold, he had always chosen to wear this old, battered long coat over whatever everyday clothes he had on. This was a highly special jacket to him, but it was really only special because he himself had declared it as such. Although, if you actually went ahead and asked him about it, he wouldn't even be able to recall when exactly he'd made that arbitrary decision.
As he stood there alone, he quietly gazed up into the clear blue sky for no particular reason other than the simple fact that he could. You see, Steve Blackwell was feeling incredibly, mind numbingly bored at this exact moment.
