He comes up to me and I recognize he is North American. Anyone trying to do a double cross would be local. And I would expect a bit bigger. This kid looks like the puny students I sold to in Paris. He was wasted, with that familiar spaced out look on his face.
People come to Amsterdam expecting to party like rock stars.
They soon learn they don't have the constitution of Keith Richards. I ignored him. No, I haven't seen your friends. I waved my hand across the room. Canadians have that underdog sense of superiority.