Max happens to be approaching from the opposite direction when he see the man stop to enjoy the soaking rain. It's the way he laughs that really grabs at Max.

"It's so freeing, isn't it?" It never rained on the cruise ship he came from before this, either. No rain, or snow, or barely even wind. He used to hate getting caught out in a downpour but now... well, he's out here too, isn't he?

Despite the rain, another smell might be starting to poke through. The scent of flour, butter, fresh baked breads, maybe even hints of fruit. Max has just come from working at his bakery and this rain is the closest thing he's had to a shower yet.