<div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/59e3/kcm11pi33jnk3b46g.jpg)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Iberia Tapas</span></strong><br/>____________</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0d06/edp7l4ylbdz97uv6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ari Warcaof </span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Businessman <br/>(of sorts) </span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Just loudly enough I say “Google.” <br/><br/>I pull my phone out to find a place.  “Our luck is turning yet more positively.  There is a tapas place nearly around the corner.  I daresay it’s walkable Jaclyn.  Who would you prefer with the helping arm?  Peter or myself?” <br/><br/>I nudge Peter.  "Small plates Peter.  No limit on the number.  I assume you are able to drink Jaclyn.  The doctor would have restricted specifically if that was called for."<br/></span>