After Shanaia finished the food they gave her, she let out an audible sigh. She enjoyed the food as it was very flavorful despite its unappealing color. Even though she enjoyed the food, something deep inside her was telling her something was wrong.
“I take it that you like the dish?” Marisol asked as she put the empty plate and glass back into the cart.
Shanaia nodded in response.
“It was flavorful but I don’t like the color. In fact…” Shanaia trailed and looked at Marisol.
“I don’t like that everything in this place is black. Your clothes, my clothes are all black. Your hair and eyes are all black while my blonde hair stands out like I’m freaking Barbie hanging out with goth people. And don’t let me start with your food. It’s black too!”
Shanaia ranted as Marisol and Basilio just g
