“Yep.” Santiago’s tray was empty. Guess someone liked the food. “She’s the Crew’s best fighter. Man, you should see her spar. It’s, like, crazy. She’s fast and sharp and dude, you just never see the girl comin’. When she was a kid, Jorge would test out his top guys against her. She always won. It’s like she knew what they were going to do before they did it. She just took them the fuck down.” He slammed his hands on the table, rattling our trays.

The guy was talking too much, but in that moment, it was so nice to see an old friend that I didn’t care.

“We’d time it and set up bets and shit.” Santiago laughed. “My money was always on Maité though. I ain’t stupid. She beat my ass five times—”

“Seven.” He wished it was five times, but he was wrong.

“No way, chica. It was five. It’s not something I could forget.”

“Apparently, you did. It was seven.” I grinned at him, but my smile quickly faded when I realized the guys within hearing distance had quieted to listen to us.

Damn it. I didn’t want any more attention than I already had.

I avoided their gazes by staring at my food. They’d forget about me in a second. They had to.

I quickly glanced up, and any hope I had to remain anonymous here deflated to nothing. I’d been so happy to see Santiago that I’d forgotten to keep my mouth shut. I’d totally abandoned my plan to keep my head down until Declan got here. Everyone in the Crew loved him, and apparently the same was true here.

I stabbed a hunk of potato and forced down the grainy bite, trying to ignore their stares. How the cook managed to ruin potatoes was beyond me.

“You’re not saying different, so that means you really think you beat me seven times. The first time got me by surprise. Wouldn’t forget that shit.” Santiago started counting on his fingers. “Two. Three. Oh yeah. Three was a bitch. You kicked me so fucking hard in the leg I limped for weeks. Couldn’t afford the nanos and I wouldn’t let myself admit a child hurt me that badly. Hit my pride hard.” He huffed. “But I got over that the fourth time. Then five. So what am I forgetting?”

I shrugged. No way was I answering that, especially since he hadn’t elaborated on a couple of them.