"I would imagine so. I was always aware, vaguely, my father wasn't a Spaniard like the rest of my ... family were, but it was something I never really had to consider until I came here." She took a long sip of her wine. "You know, technically, we could be considered as Hispanic. Both of us." She laughed. "At least half, anyway."

She looked out of the corner of her eye and noticed the maitre'd trying to subtly watch them, as if sizing them up.

"... I wonder if he's trying to figure out if we get offered the secret menu or not."