EL JUDA (JUDICIAL)
The man in the table, he was looking at me, he had this mad stare of bad vibes and all. The man in the table was not alone. The man in the table had a lady friend; he talked to her in a hushed tone, using the menu as a way to guard his words so I could no read his lips. The man in the table was talking about me. He was having lunch. So was I.