I turned to a kid who, based on the boldness with which he addressed me, must still be in elementary school.

“Ten past four,” I answered and thought about how, if he had dared to ask that question a year ago, I would have probably responded in military time to retaliate.

I am no longer bothered by the title though.

At 25, I am openly and unapologetically living my señora era to the fullest.