Cedric and Dave's cab stopped on a busy street, it was lunch so a lot of people were walking around looking for a restaurant to eat at.
"It should be down there." Dave said as he pointed at a row of restaurants.
Cedric simply nodded and walked ahead while Dave duitily followed. After walking for a few minutes Cedric looked up and saw the restaurant signage it read, Cocina Casera, this was the place Jonathan Carpio had chosen for them to meet at. It was a small restaurant with all the tables occupied. Cedric knew that none of these guests were actually patrons, they were either his men or Jonathan's men.
Cedric fixed his suit and walked into the restaurant.
"Hola, mesa para? (Hello, table for?)" A waiter asked as he noticed Cedric and Dave enter.
"Jonathan Carpio." Cedric simply said. His Spanish was quite rusty and he didn't want to attempt to converse with the waiter.
Luckily the man understood him and led him to a table by the window.