the one

The man was a mess.
He wore a half-tucked full hands shirt, one hand folded up the sleeve, carelessly and the other left free. His face was rough , not shaven. His eyes were red and he looked tired.But he looked perfectly calm and alert. He was breathing a bit hard. His hair were untidy. He wore a smart expression as he watched the sun set near the clear lake.

I took a stone threw it at him . It hit his face and his face erupted into ripples.