“Who were you expecting? Cristiano is walking to the table, and Hamilton is walking beside him.
Hamilton laughs, “It sure as hell wasn’t us.”
JaQuan points at them, “You fuckers set me up.”
"If that's what you want to call it, then yes, we set you dumb ass up," Cristiano tells the waiter to bring him an American Mule
(Tito’s vodka, ginger beer, lime.)"
"I'll have a Spicy M. (Tequila blanco, Cointreau, lime, jalapeño, mango." Hamilton sits down, looking at JaQuan.
JaQuan's eyes went to the folder Cristiano has. He narrows his eyes at Cristiano, says calmly, “What’s the reason for this lunch, or whatever the f**k you want to call it?” All the time, he’s worried because he's done so many shady things and deals.
"Are you in a hurry to leave? Cristinao and I also came here to enjoy a
