Let's start a super dramatic action romance (O/O)

He looked dazed. It was easy to notice the kid wasn't very fond of crowds. "Ah– perdonome, sí, un poco ingles," he wiped a hand down his face, "Lo siento, estoy agobiado.. ahora…"

Miguel nodded, "Comprensible…se llama Miguel." Miguel responded smiling.

"Mi nombre es Rasheed." He replied, "¿Vienes de England?"

"Si…can…can you understand me if I talk in English?" He asked, Rasheed.

"I can understand more," he misworded, then corrected himself in a nervous blurt, "most. I can understand most of your words,"

Miguel smiled, "Cool! So what're'ya doing?"

"I am looking for…" He squinted, wiping sweat off his face, "Fish? Pescado?"

"I'm sure they're selling some by the boardwalk." Miguel confirmed, remembering the fresh fish shops from when he got off the ship.

"I like some help," he struggled in his English, but managed to get his point across. He lowered his wings, which were shaking tiredly from being kept elevated.

Miguel nodded, "Okay, follow me!" He started in the direction from which he came from.

Rasheed shuffled after, weaving through his fellow Spaniards.