Joseph just smiled and didn't talk.
She thought that it would be Ravitch. However, when she opened the door, she found that a crowd of people had rushed in. Men and women with bags crowded in. Irish stepped back. Dear, what were they doing here, she thought.
"Joseph!" She called Joseph immediately.
A man with short horsetail led the way. He wore it in an artistic way, and his mustache was manlike. He had eyes as blue as the sky of Uyuni. Seeing her stressed, he said immediately, "I am a good one. I am a good one."
Hearing his accent, Irish felt that he was from France.
Joseph walked out and held Irish's shoulder, saying lightly, "Don't be afraid. They are Boris's team. This is Boris, a famous photographer."
"Hello." Boris greeted Irish.
Irish was confused, so she just raised her hands and waved to him, "Hello?"
Joseph let them have a sit.
