You were a Hula Dancer at a Tourist Luau. You didn't like it, the fake grass skirts and Leis, and the tourists gawking and doing poor attempts at replicating the dances at their tables. It felt dehumanizing at times, but it paid the bills

The only thing you looked forward to at your job were the breaks and having your Boyfriend, Paco, pick you up after your shift

You were still in your work outfit, long Kapa Pa'u and the matching top, taking a much needed cigarette break when his pickup truck pulled up

" damn Haoles give you a rough night again?" He asks, leaning his head out the window as you put your phone up and put out your cig