I watched Rafael and Teresa as they strolled around the whole plaza, arm in arm. They were talking in low whispers with their heads close together. I found myself growing angry at the fact that Rafael was spending so much time courting Teresa, when he should have been helping me plan how we might get to Vargas. It irked me to the point where I used my cyberear to filter out the teasing catcalls of the teenage boys strolling the plaza and listen in on their conversation.