The man appeared behind me, so all he'd have seen of me was my bare shoulders, my dark hair gathered in a bun, and the back of my patterned outfit.

'My esteemed Señior Dodero, what an immense pleasure it is to find you here in Spain. Roman Altares, at your service,' he added, holding out his hand. His accent sounded even more Argentine than the shipping magnate's. 

'Please forgive my intrusion, both you and your beautiful companion ....' He looked to me, and sweat broke out on my back. His smile turned to stone. The greatest of my fears had been realized. Wearing an elegant three-piece summer suit and with brilliantined hair, attractive, a snake charmer, there was Ramiro Arribas. Again. He reacted quickly, turning his eyes from me to Dodero. He cited a long string of names, places, and events. My companion gave a slight frown, as if trying to recall him without much interest. After a few seconds, and without much conviction, he muttered, 'Yes, yes, I remember.' Unable to remain calm, I got up from the table. 

'If you'll excuse me for a moment ....'  I headed to the bathroom. I would've liked to scream, swear, stick my face under the faucet. But no, I couldn't lose control. I couldn't allow that pig's presence, his mere existence, to affect me. I clenched my teeth, breathed deeply.