POV: Miguel 

“Oh, I can help! What’s her name?” she asked excitedly. Her enthusiasm was infectious. I couldn’t help smiling along with her. Looking closely, I don’t think she is the same age as me. She is younger than me, way younger than me. Just that she is looking so unkempt and hungry, I wonder if he is starving her on purpose. 

“Marisol,” I replied, the name bittersweet on my lips. The smile disappeared on my face as I mentioned her name. I can’t believe I’d wasted my time to come here, she is obviously not the one I’m looking for. Although if I must admit, she is quite cute...