El Chilango
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"Sure, 8 PM sounds great for me. The bistro is usually calm and quiet around that time, not too many people in, the only sounds beong small murmurs and the lounge jazz band", Álvaro replied, an instant before the blackout. He finished his sentence engulfed in pitch black darkness, unaffected by the blackout, save for a small rising of his brows and a look towards the carriage ceiling. He heard a small gasp, apparently coming from Esther, noticing tints of quite some fear in her voice. He somewhat knew how she was positioned in her seat. He called out to her in a suprisingly calm voice, "Are you alright, Esther?". He found it a bit odd to call out her name, but if he hadn't included it, she would of had confused it with someone else and become uneasier.