After a couple of drinks, we decided to split a meal. “It’s informal,” H-- said, “but, at the same time, intimate.”

     Her voice sounded mysterious. She winked at me. I think I was supposed to put some clues together, but I had no idea what she meant. “Look at the menu,” she said. “I have to check my phone.”

     There wasn’t much of a selection. At first, I considered the salad options, but who really wants to split a salad? Maybe, I thought, the veggie chimichanga was the way to go. Then I decided the best answer was no answer. Keep the mystery alive.

     H-- put down her phone. “So,” she said, “what would you like?”

     “I don’t...

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