7:00 pm Saturday

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7:00 pm

Marcel and I arrive at a restaurant at Coronado. We are then seated at a table at a window, right next to the water where we can see the skyline of downtown.

"This is nice," I comment.

"Yeah, I've never been here. You're friend Veronica suggested it."

Our waiter hands us our menus and I am reminded of this morning. Immediately, Marcel takes out his glasses and puts them on, but more confidently this time. Once it is on, he looks at me and smiles.

I smile with a wink and give him a thumbs up.

"I knew you would like these." He smiles then looks down at his menu. "But I don't think they're going to be much help in this dark room."

"It is pretty dark," I look around the room. The lights on the ceiling are very dim and each table has only a single candle.

Our waiter comes back and we both order pasta, not wanting to have to struggle trying to read the menu.

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