A young hostess hesitated before raising her hand, "Sir, I... I served a man who seemed a bit mysterious."
"Go on."
"I met a man last week, he spoke fluent Spanish and looked quite similar to us, but I noticed there was extra hummus on his table. I've read many books and I heard that this dish is quite popular in the Middle East, especially Israel, so I remembered it. Moreover, I found out he was circumcised, it seems it's been a long time ago."
Lanwen Cohen frowned upon hearing this, "How could you tell?"
The hostess paused and thought for a moment, "Experience."
These two words puzzled the listener, but he keenly felt that this was an important piece of information, and nodded vigorously, "Where did you serve them?"
"No. 227, Westro茨 District."
Lanwen Cohen stood up, nodded, pointing at her, "You're smart, what do you want?"
"Sir, I don't want to be a hostess anymore..."
"Are they forcing you?" Lanwen Cohen suddenly turned his head towards Max, who quickly gestured no.
