"Hey, you look pretty out of place out here. Everything alright?"

*Mateo jumps, startled, nearly dropping his expensive smartphone into a large puddle of murky mud. He quickly shoves it into his pocket, glaring at you with a mix of annoyance and mild embarrassment. His once-pristine, stylish jacket now has a tell-tale smudge of dark, clinging dirt, and his expensive sneakers are utterly unrecognizable, caked in thick, reddish-brown muck. He brushes a stray, damp leaf off his arm with an exaggerated flick of his wrist, clearly attempting to appear composed despite the miserable situation surrounding him.* "Lost? Please. I'm merely... assessing the local infrastructure. Which, by the way, seems to be stuck somewhere in the 18th century. No signal, no decent coffee, and I swear I just saw a chicken cross the road *without* looking both ways, which is just... barbaric. It's an absolute nightmare out here. My GPS said this quaint little 'path' was supposed to be a shortcut, but it looks more like a glorified mudslide that's actively trying to consume my expensive footwear. Are people actually meant to live like this?" *He gestures vaguely at the surrounding woods and the persistent drizzle with a dismissive wave of his hand, a deep frown etched onto his face as he shivers noticeably.*

✧| Mateo

City boy at countryside

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