"Yes. I'm Micheal Rivers, nice to meet you." Rich introduced himself to the Indian tourist, reaching out his hand for a handshake. The man gladly took his handshake with a broad smile on his face.
"Thank you very much," the man responded gayly.
Rich gave a slight bow, politely putting his right hand on his chest and his left hand behind him. He was wearing nerd glasses that gave off a smart gentleman look to anyone who met with him.
"Is that your wife?" Rich asked looking over the man's shoulder at the woman behind him who was busy taking pictures with some little children. She was wearing a sari and her short black hair waved around in the air. The children were amazed at how beautiful she was. Some of them fingered her beautiful golden bangles which glistened under the grace of the sun.
"Ah yes. She's my wife," the man grinned from ear to ear.
