Frank had never passed down a free meal in his life; he was never sure when his next meal was so he tried to eat when the opportunity arose. As soon as he entered this world of the rich and high rollers, he felt very out of place, this was really not his world and he couldn’t fit in. Not only was his clothes wrong but his whole attitude and behaviour. But he tried to do his best which in itself wasn’t much to brag about, not that he did it on purpose he just didn’t know how to act in this highly different world compared to the street from which he came.<br/><br/>As the elder man entered in their room he felt an urge to stand and did so before he managed to stop himself. He kept standing until the man had seated himself. Listening to Cherise as she told her the story he kept quiet during the presentation. The man greeted him and passed a book over the table which he took and placed in his hand still not opening it.<br/><br/>“Thanks… I think, I will do my best… I always do.”<br/>