at swim two koreans

Two Korean girls of my acquaintance enter stage left and approach my table in the Starbucks cafe on Dawson Street.
"Hi James," they call.
I had seen them enter but had hidden from them by holding my copy of Love One Another magazine over my face.
"How did you know it was me?" I enquire, lowering the magazine.
"We could see your belly," chorus the Koreans.
I do think that was mean.