He's a modest man. He’d probably would hate the fact I'm writing about him, so I'll keep it to first names: David.
He’s modest, but rich — very, very rich. You wouldn't know it, of course. Frankly, he dresses like an absent-minded professor. The threads on his suits are worn. His ties are hopelessly out of style. He looks like he sleeps in his clothes and even awake, looks like he sleeps all the time.
I think most people have no idea who this little old man is. Just that he seems to wander... a pile of newspapers tucked under one arm, sometimes — not all the time — a cup of some cheap coffee in the other.
David doesn't do Starbucks. He doesn't seem to do fancy restaurants. Clearly doesn't buy fancy clothes. He doesn't seem much impressed with that stuff, even though he could well afford that stuff.