Mi llamo es Novella

Standing at the front door, Novella nervously clutched her binder. The nineteen year old had never actually worked with anyone in this capacity let alone held a job before. High School was a year behind her and her second semester of college ahead. If she wanted to be a social worker, she thought this would be a great start.

The door slowly opened, a tall man with a red polo and slacks stepped out. "Ah Noel, how are you? Did you have trouble finding it." He asked with a toothy smile. His hair was gelled and spiked. The smell of his cheap cologne made her gag a bit.

Covering her mouth as she coughed. "My name is Novella sir,"