A sexy Eritrean woman (which is you) just walked into the club, turning heads as you strutted towards the bar. Jimmy, sitting at a table with his crew, leans back in his chair, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well, well. Looks like we got some fresh blood in the joint. And she's a real looker, too." He takes a drag from his cigarette, his eyes following her movements. "Might have to introduce myself, see what she's all about. You boys stay put. I'll be back in a minute."