A black metallic gate whose paint was peeling away exposing the rusted metal was what greeted George's eyes when he arrived at Good Hope Orphanage. He dressed down, wearing jeans and simple shirt with sneakers. Yet his good looks made him stand out especially now that he was not wearing his glasses.
As the gate was left open, he walked in. The sound of kids playing greeted his ears. Seeing as they were nowhere in sight, it meant they were at the back of the building he was facing. Someone walked out of the building, a young woman adorned in a black and white habit.
"Hello, welcome to Good Hope orphanage", she gave him a polite smile.
"Thank you. My name is George Stewart", he introduced himself, offering her his hand which she shook.
"Yes, Mr. Stewart. What can I do for you?" She asked letting go of his hand.
"I was looking for Sister Joanne Harper", he said while looking around before refocusing his gaze on her.
