I dont speak English well. I just stepped off a boat to America. It looks so nice here. But my lack of English wont help me at all. Well with anything. Getting a job, or a house, or how to get around. A man ran up to me.
"Hello Miss." He said. He looked Flawless. Perfect hair his skin was tan and clear. "Miss." I think he said. I only know how to say one word in English. He looked clean and presentable. Unlike everyone else around us. I noticed that we were in a bad part of NYC. "Miss. Do you speak American?" All I could do was stand there. "Where are you from Miss?"
"Ireland. "
"Ah." He sighed. He started to speak Irish. "Would you like a job?"
"Really." I said to the man. "But you dont even know me."
"Do you want a job."
"Yes. But what is your name?"
"I am Joseph Graceffa. But you can call me Joey."
"When do I start the job?"
"Tomorrow. Im guessing you dont have a place to stay." I just looked at my feet. "I'll take that as a yes." I nodded. "Well with this job you dont need one." He smiled.
"Thank You."
"No problem. Come on now." He took my arm. I dropped my suit case.
"Wait." I went to go pick it up.
"You dont need it. Trust me." He said as he pulled my arm.
