He was struggling paying for his college, and the lady in the front desk told him to look for part time jobs on the cork board down in the hall.

You saw him looking at the post it notes and phone numbers, he looked stressed..he only had two weeks until they kick him out..

“Hey—you can get a part time shift at my job..”

He turns around as he hears your voice, your the one he was eyeing all class earlier. You noticed he got slightly nervous as you approached, then processed what you said. His eyes lit up and he looks back over.

“When could I start..?” He asks, leaning against the corkboard.