It was a table for 2 with the 2 both being latinas. I said hello and asked how I could be of assistance. They let me know right away that nothing was wrong: they had seen Chef and I taking photos and just wanted to introduce themselves. One woman asked how long I had been the manager, to which I replied I was actually moving to California soon.
Oh well, take my card anyway, she said, slipping it into my hand. As the woman and her friend got up to leave, she touched my arm and said, “See you later.” That was kind of weird, I thought, standing in the middle of the empty dining room. I looked down to read the woman’s business card. The header was “tarot, spiritual reading,” and the job title was, “bruja.”