Greek is bold.
Spanish is Italics.
"Ay..." Leo sighed to himself. He made the trip to the US from South America, to achieve the American dream. The trip was long, grueling, and New York City was bright, confusing, and nothing like his home town in Ecuador. He knew barely any English, except for "Food, water, "where is", bathroom, and "I need job." He really needed a job. He was a strong, sixteen-year-old mechanic, so that should be easy. And lodging. He had an older cousin, Sammy. He could lodge with him until he got a place.
He walked up to the address Sammy had given him by post. It turned out to be an apartment building, and poor by the looks of it. He took the elevator up to the sixth floor and knocked on the wooden door, which was chipped and worn.
Xerox Leo opened the door.
"Sammy?"
Sammy and Leo hugged each other.
"How was your trip, Leo, are you doing OK, how are mama and papa and all the family back in Ecuador?"
"All fine, all fine, missing you, but other than that, they're OK."
Dinner was some bread and broccoli and peas.
"Fresh," Sammy grinned. "Specially for you, my cousin."
"Ah, thanks!" Leo said appreciatively. "Um, do you know of any job offers?"
"Yeah, I work at a garage," Sammy replied. "I'm sure we could get you a job there."
"Thanks! Really appreciate it!" Leo was definitely grateful.
Sammy opened out the couch and arranged some blankets and pillows on it.
"I'll sleep here." He said.
Leo wouldn't hear of it. "No, no it's fine, you did a lot for me today, you deserve the bed."
Sammy grinned. "Fine. Good night, cousin."
"Good night."