Bold-voice one
Italic-voice two

You walked down the wild streets of New York. Having only recently left the basement you lived in the majority of your life, everything was new. And you were lost. You wondered around New York without a clue to where you were going.

We're going to die, die, die On the streets of New York We're going to starve, possibly dehydrate. Who knows???

"Shut up!" You whisper yelled to your singing 'friends'. Then you ran into someone, literally. You fell on your butt, trying to yell at the person who knocked you down. "Are you alright ma'am?" A smooth deep voice asked. "Oh yes I'm definitely okay. I'm lost as hell, surrounded by strangers, and then knocked over by a guy who thinks I'm old enough to be called ma'am. So yeah, I'm fucking perfect." You push his hand away and get up yourself. Once up, you got a proper look of the man in front of you.

Holy hunky
Holy hunky

"Holy hunky." You whispered. He gave you a confused look. "You said you were lost uh..." He spoke. "Y/n. Y/n... L/n." You said. "And uh yeah, I've never been to New York before." "I'm Steven. Are you a tourist?" He questioned. "Uh, no actually. I am planning on living here when I find a place." You laughed lightly.

You sound normal and it's scaring me
If I were a being I'd be quaking

Steve gave an understanding look. "I get that. When I first came here I was so confused." He laughed lightly. You nodded. "So, since you know you're way around, how about you take me somewhere to eat and I'll pay in return." "I could never let a woman pay for a meal, that'd be ungentleman-like." He said. You sighed, took out your wallet, and flashed him the money you had in there. He nodded and cleared his throat. "I know a Shwarma joint not to far from here." You put you wallet away and smiled, "Off we go."