years ago while i was going to school i worked at a tex-mex restaurant. i remember when my friend michael told me i should work there, he said it was like family. you could come and go, they’d always take you back. many people i worked with there did become family, some have been lost since then. all of them are close to my heart. i only worked there one year, quit for a few months, came back in time to attend the christmas party, and quit again a few months later.
i think it may have been my first day, one of the managers started calling me guapa. then they all called me guapa and it just stuck.
7 years later, everyone has moved on. when i run into them when visiting, they still call me guapa. they introduce me to other people as guapa. it used to be kind of embarrassing, but now i don’t mind.