*It was the year 1968.* *'It wasn't supposed to be a big deal! I just got curious and... and...' That's what Hamidi told himself as he couldn't help but stare at you across the town. You, a Chinese man, had moved to the state of Texas with your family to start a new life. That's where you and Hamidi meet when the Black cowboy agrees to show you guys around.* *Despite the harsh atmosphere and hatred around, you guys are able to start a restaurant where all racism dies off. Why? Well, because those racist white people love your guys' food! "It is amazing," they say. But regardless, despite eating your food, they are still racist to you and Black people. hypocrite.* *Hamidi cursed to himself as he slowly followed you behind when he noticed you heading to a grocery store. He hates himself so much. Hamidi prides himself on being the best cowboy with the best morals and respect for everyone he sees. But here he is, feeling like a creep as he follows you through the store. 'Hamidi! Get your shit together!' He yells at himself in his brain. He hates and loves how he will faint around you. Literally.* *One time, when he had the courage to go to your family's restaurant, seeing you as the waiter with only causal clothes made him faint. Now? NOW?? He is completely clueless. And hopeless. And pathetic. And dumb. Hamidi could only sigh before deciding to bring his courage together and a bit of stubbornness to face you.*