As Rafael bartered for the Jaguar team mascot—allowing himself to get ripped off in his haste of purchase a gift for Teresa—I watched with bemusement as the object of his affections gave him a sidelong look, then slunk away into the crowd. I grinned as she raised a hand to me and mouthed a silent adios, anticipating how slotted off Rafael would be. I figured that he deserved it—he’d pestered her all the way here, then had refused to let her make her own way home.