The suit was shiny and light grey and pin stripped. It was a sunny day, the kind of day where ten year old children should be running around the street, throwing water bombs at passing strangers and not wearing suits.
I'm not sure where he had been, I'm not sure where he was going, but looked like he took life very seriously.
Much more seriously than me.
I think perhaps he was a tiny business man.
For a moment I considered asking for general life advice.
But then I thought, no, he is ten.