Hey," you say with a scowl, then immediately turn away before he can respond. "I'm hungry, did you all end up eating lunch yet?"
You follow Anuja's gaze to the end of the dock. Three lobstermen are huddled together at the end, speaking in low voices. All three of them shoot you a nasty glare at once.
"I think they're talking about you," Anuja says, her voice apologetic as if it were her fault.