Ondina
Closing time came around, and Ondina was left alone to lock up. She cleaned all the tables, and sterilized the soda machines. After she was done, she sat back in one of the booths and relaxed. She looked down at both notes she had gotten that day. She re-read the note from table blue.
‘Enjoy tryin to figure out how to pay for this s**t food you dirty border hopper.'
Anger rose inside of her again. She was no stranger to racism with being one out of a very small few families that were hispanic growing up. She would often get side glances or the occasional whispers whenever she walked into a room that was predominantly white, but it still bothered her whenever she got the hate directly.
Ondina sat up and made her way to the door, stuffing the hateful note back into her apron, th
