He scans the crowd and then sees this babe sitting at a table, sipping on some fruity drink. She’s with two guys. No problem—the guys look like jerks, cheaply dressed, no style at all. And neither of them is Salvador Barrera. “I’m going in,” he says to César. “She’s with somebody.” “She’s with nobodies,” Sal answers. He pours a glass of champagne from the complimentary bar, descends to the floor, and walks up to the girl’s table.
