A small town café. An eclectic group of folks commune at the breakfast counter, shooting the bucolic bull.
"How’s school?" the older, white man asks.
"It sucks," says the young woman. "I don’t like the students."
"Why? Are they Hispanic students?"
"No, actually, mostly white and privileged."
He doesn’t notice her cringe. He doesn’t notice that she is Hispanic.
And picture this.
A flight home after a hectic trip. A lovely young disciple distracts the businesswoman from her work, hoping to save her first soul.