This woman seemed to be dressed in high end clothing and had beautiful black heels and lavender hair witch I could only assume was dyed. She had an amazing figure, of course I would mention that but that is all I could remember what she looked like right now but she sure was quite the good looking woman. I asked her name, Isabella but she told me to just call her izzy so I complied. I felt the conversation start to slow down so I decided to head home I thanked her for sitting down and talking to me and I hoped we could talk again sometime but before I could leave she gave me her card and she told me to call her if I ever need anything. I took the card and said my goodbyes and went home, then went to bed. Fast Forward a week and I'm sitting at the table in the dining room compiling Bill's and trying to get my finances straightened but I can't because of my mother's hospital bills I can't keep up with my rent and my landlord keeps threatening to kick me out and my college loans keep piling up, this doesn't even count all the other Bills I'm behind on and I'm freaked out and stressed. Then I reluctantly pick up my phone to call the number on the card izzy gave me.