Eight 

     "This is a little complicated," Tim says. "You'll get the hang of it, though."
     I look at the restaurant, then up and down the street.
     "They're gonna know me here," I say.
     "Well, yeah." Tim says. "Come on."
     He walks toward Elote, the restaurant Allivia told us to meet her at. Marie has gone with Allivia, I don't know where.
     We walk up the patio and pass through the wall into the bar. It's a fun atmosphere. Mexican restaurant with a color scheme you'd expect from a Tex-Mex place. They're playing dance music as they set up, but I know from experience they will switch to a mix of popular US music...

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