Wish You Were Here

"Bisakah anda bicara... english?"
The words slow and broken as they were read. She saw kind eyes pleading towards her and somewhat desperate.
"I speak inglis little," she replied.
She saw relief flow into this bright haired and blue eyed mystery. She let her eyes drop down then traced them up slowly over the sandled feet, on past the curve of hips in the soiled kakis and up to the roundness of her breasts.
At last, it was the cool white V of flesh peaking from the unbuttoned collar of her shirt that held them.
A hand was placed on her shoulder.
"Today, you will be my saviour."
Her eyes looked up into the blue. "My name Onahjay," and she placed her fingers on top of the hand.
The blue eyes looked over her new friends dirty rags and swollen belly, wondering why in the streets so late.
"Can I call you Jay?"
The two stood looking at each other for a while.
There was nothing else really to say.