"Nice to meet you," Ana nods at us warily. She watches us through large eyes under her tight bun. She seems shy as she speaks with us, but as she steps back behind the counter, she instantly appears to be comfortable. She laughs with the other workers throughout the night, and seems to get over the awkwardness of having us watch her and her co-workers. In fact, it is Maria and I who feel more awkward by the end of the night; we have spent an hour staring at them. We cringe a bit in our metal seats, but they laugh easily. I trace the shining tiles on the tabletops, trying to avoid making awkward eye contact with anyone. Ana sweeps crumbs off of her red El Burrito Mercado shirt, glancing over at us as if she had forgotten we were there.
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