He didn't touch his food.
He picked up his phone instead and I watched him dial with the same calm energy he used for everything, unhurried, certain, like the situation had already been resolved and the calls were just paperwork.
"Find out who sent a message to this number in the last ten minutes." He read out my number. "Name, location, device. Call me back in five."
He hung up and cut into his food.
I stared at him. "You can do that?"
"Eat Mia."
"You can just call someone and find a person's location in five minutes?"
He looked up briefly. "Four minutes now. Eat."
I looked down at my plate and picked up my fork and tried to eat normally while sitting across from a man who had just made a call that most people didn't know was possible. I managed three bites before his phone rang.
