After Philip left he didn't bother turning back. After getting home he looked at his house it was neither big or neither small but it was appropriate for anyone to live there, the house was his most cherished house it was the house in which he grew up in and where his mother trained him to where he his now, the house was a little broken and lacks paint and it was also kind of old but inside was the opposite of the outside.
Entering into his house Philip dropped his bag on the chair he locked his door and went into his bedroom getting to his bed he laid down on his bed drifting into a slumber.
Waking up the next day Philip went out in search of a new job at least this bright new sunny day might be a blessing for him.
Walking down the road of Houston, Philip walked down into L.A. industries walking down towards the reception he saw the pretty lady and said Good day I applied for a job here and they sent me a message to come for the interview, the pretty receptionist kept on looking at Phillip in the receptionist mind she kept on saying "his he human or a deity why did God have to create someone so handsome, oh my God I can't stop looking at him" While the receptionist kept on looking at Philip, Philip kept on waving his hand at her until he tapped her did she return back to her senses.