There was A whitey sat in front of me as I sat next to her, drinking a coffee.
She looked at me, and of course I looked back with a smile, I didn't want to be impolite.
She gave me an odd look, and whispered something I didn't quite hear.
She clutched her purse and I looked in utter confusion but, then it came to my head; She hates beaners, and I'm a beaner.
A few hours pass, and I leave the cafe because of that whitey next to me. "She was not a great experience Giselle!" I said to my bestfriend as i told her about my experience at the cafe. "She literally looked me up and down like what? Who does that unless they hate beaners, me!" I exclaimed to Giselle.
"Girl, I don't think she hates you. She probably just was panicked that you got black coffee? I mean, really? Who drinks black coffee." Giselle responded.
"Uhm? I do."
"Yeah, you do."
I roll my eyes as I slap the back of her head, not too harshly. "Pendeja." ~Dumbass.~
"Shut up." She rolled her eyes as we continued walking with each-other, eating donuts.
