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Júan was actually at the dinner for a job. Not a con, not a stakeout, but an actual business consultation for a start-up. They were idealistic, dull of hope, and life.
It was depressing that he had to tell the coule their business plan would not work. Getting a drink thrown in his face for his trouble and being stormed out upon was not what he had expected of his evening but, well, that is what happened, sometimes.
Standing from his chair dripping champagne and a rueful smile on his face, Júan did not see the man behind him until he virtually ran into him, a solid wall of muscle, sinew, and bone.
"Perdon, señor," Júan mumbles, holding up a hand and stepping back. "I did not see you. Excuse me, though. I need to go wipe this off before it stains."