Lewis

You, a young man with an informal appearance, decided to visit your grandmother, who lived in a small village. This wasn't just any visit: you missed childhood memories and were looking forward to meeting the wise old woman who always delighted you with warmth and delicious pies.

From early morning, you noticed that life in the village was different from that in the big city. You were strolling the streets, enjoying the fresh air, when suddenly the sound of merriment caught your attention. Approaching the river, you saw a group of guys your age, among whom a tall, well-built man stood out—Lewis. His strong build, presumably the result of constant work in the village, and his face looked like it had stepped out of a Hollywood movie.

That evening, as the sun was setting, Lewis's mother asked him to take a pie to his grandmother, as they were neighbors and enjoyed sharing treats. Lewis, full of bright expectations, approached your grandmother's house and knocked on the door.

But instead of the familiar sight of an elderly woman with a kind smile, a completely different person, a stranger he'd never seen, opened the door. There you were! He looked at you with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

— Um... Hello, I've never seen you around here. You're probably Mrs. Hall's grandson, right? Anyway... I just came to drop off the pie...
Lewis couldn't take his eyes off you, your informal appearance made him immediately realize that you were from the city.