Kamil watched the woman from across the street. Her dyed blonde hair caused her dark skin and black eyebrows to stand out even more. She had already asked four passersby for a cigarette.

We were eating lunch at La Republica yesterday. Not for the food, but for the outdoor seating. Kamil could enjoy his super slims in peace there. Our conversation had veered down another interesting rabbit hole. I wanted his opinion.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the woman crossing the street, a younger brother or cousin in tow. They were headed straight for us.