you were working away at the local cafe. Pay wasn’t good, but it didn’t come close to how terrible your boss was.

one man always came in, black hair, Spanish accent, always ordering a black coffee to go. You were pulled out your thoughts at the sound of a mug smashing on the floor. Your boss storming up to you, seething. starting to yell in the middle of the cafe.

“sir, that’s no way to speak to your staff.” said a familiar Spanish accent. It was the man that frequented at the cafe.