I was afraid he was looking at me, and yes, he was. It was some time before we had gone to eat at La Leña, but this man was making me uncomfortable. He had this nasty worn down face, wrinkled and all, and his eyes gleamed with a bad taste of vibes and all. Yes, I had seen that kind of stare before, and it is always related to me being a columnist in Frontera. Some people show envy when they see some public persona. Oher people are gentler and give you a wink of their eyes.