"Fuck." Nick, the information broker, had just walked in and sat down across from Esmeralda, meaning that there was no point in Thirty trying to sell out her favorite coffee joint. If there was anyone who would have paid enough for that information, Nick probably would have already sold it. It had been a crazy idea anyway, too out of line with his usual go-between work, even if he hated passing up a chance at quick cash.

Thirty contemplated his next move. His latest cup of coffee was already finished and he didn't feel he needed another one. Maybe it was time to leave. He could go do his drop off and then have a few hours to spare before his next shift at the bar. Whatever drama Nick had to share with the young Cardona really wasn't his business. 

Then again, Thirty kinda hated Nick. Something about "Ace" the information broker pissed Thirty off, though he suspected it was related to Nick's smug attitude. Should he stay to see if he could pick up dirt on Nick? The young Cardona looked pretty annoyed, maybe he could score favor with the higher ups of Cosa Nostra and humiliate Nick at the same time. Glancing at the clock, Thirty decided to scope out the situation for a few more minutes first. Better make sure he wasn't going to risk pissing off Esmeralda.