We sat at the café for ten minutes without saying a word to each other. James Campbell sat opposite us smoking his cigar without minding the sign on the wall that stated no smoking in the house.
Just like the Mexican brothers, he was also feared by everyone. Rumor had it that no gang leader had ever attacked his territory and lived to see the next day.
As we were still staring at each other, the waiter came to meet us for our order. “Sir, what would you like to have?” She asked James, painting a welcome smile on her face.
“Some tea would be fine, and add some cheeseburger to it,” he said, staring at me with a frowning look.
The waiter turned to me for my order.
"Get me some whiskey," I replied.
She looked confused and scared at the same time.
“But, sir, we don’t sell those here,“
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