“Sounds like it could be a rewarding job.”
“Oh, gosh, absolutely, and I love it.”
“Where do you live, by the way?”
“West Bloomfield. I’ve been there my whole life. I actually still live with my parents, but I’d like to get my own place at some point. We’ll see.”
A rich dude, too? He had to be, or at least close to it to afford to live in that upscale suburb.
“So, how about you?” he asked. “What do you do? And you live in Detroit, right?”
I had to admit that it was nice Miguel wasn’t judgmental at all. I’d been judged many times, especially for living in Detroit. No matter how much the city had been improving, especially downtown, it would always carry the stigma. “Yeah, I live in a small apartment with a roommate. I work for a pizza chain and I’ve been there since I was sixteen. I’m
