He looks so handsome, so sad. An uneducated Albanian seaman. Lived for years illegally in America, speaks perfect English. "Everyone learns English in Albania. But it is American English." There is something so elegant in his distant reserve, his enduring dignity.
She's going to do something that all her friends will tell her is very silly, but the heart has its own reasons, its mysteries. She has decided to ask him to live with her. She can introduce him to books, music, cafes, the spiritual life.
Another man lurches to his feet. Some might call him disabled and feel pity. She cannot help noticing certain other attributes. You see, she has imagination. She perceives in him a a vibrant sexual quality. He perches on two artificial legs, and she yearns to support him, hold him.
She'll get his name, just in case the Albanian falls through.