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92 our Cokes and when she went to get them, hacking and coughing, we took off and bailed out, in search of a more happening Denny’s. One with people, and better servers. ! We headed further up Federal Highway and wound up at the Denny’s on Commercial and Federal, which was jumping. Loads of people. We took our seat, ordered our drinks, and were waiting, chatting, and people watching. I was looking towards Tom when I suddenly felt them approaching, before I ever saw them. I looked up and see two suits coming down the aisle in our direction...and both of their eyes were locked right on me, and only me. I stared right back, which isn’t something I did at the time. Have to emphasize that. At that time I wa +4 toad ate om didn’t stare down strangers, or lock eyes on people like that. The way I felt was that I couldn’t NOT do it, even if I wanted to. I was frozen. They were dressed impeccably, looking just like government agent types. One of the guys was Caucasian, tall, over six feet, with meat on his bones, just a big and tall guy. He had thinning/balding light brown hair, pale skin, was clean shaven, and was wearing a full suit, with jacket and tie included. The jacket and pants were dark gray, the shirt white. His face was plain white guy. The other guy was shorter, probably no more than 5’ 8”. His skin was tan, and his hair darker, and he had more hair than the other guy. His features were heavier than the other guy, a bigger nose, a heavier brow bone. He was also clean-shaven. He wore a crisp bright white dress shirt, gray pants, belt, a tie, but no jacket, unlike the other dude. He was the one I really looked at first, because that’s the one I felt the draw to. He was staring me down intensely, with a little smirk on his face. The vibe was sexual. And I also “recognized” him. I had no conscious recollection of him, but I knew him. There was recognition. My attention then turned back to the other, taller guy as they walked by me, and that guy was also staring me down, but in a different way. His look was a mix of contempt and disdain, but also curiosity. Like “hmm.” I didn’t “recognize” him, and I knew that he was only seeing me for the first u As they passed by our booth I took another quick glance back at the other guy who I recognized, then looked down at our table, still frozen in place. The only feeling going through my mind was “uh oh...” like a little kid. I knew I’d “done something wrong” and had that feeling of being in trouble. I was definitely not doing what I was Chasing Phantoms i clean-shaven. The vibe was time as well.