[Oh, are they not supposed to stand here and look at each other like complete fools? Junpei missed this memo, clearing his throat and looking down at his sandwich art.]

Yeah, there's just... [he leans forward a little over the counter, hand raised to shield his mouth for this dramatic whisper:] that guy.

[Who is really just some guy over at his table in the corner, but he doesn't need to know Junpei's pointing him out. He's reading in peace!]

So, y'know, you're really saving my sanity. There's only so many pre-wrapped turkey clubs I can make before I start talking to them.