The place was one of those places where you stand in line to order, pay and pick up your food at the register at the end of the line, then find a place to sit, or carry it to points outside the walls of the restaurant. I was seated on the banquette, she facing me, the wall behind me a mirror. I said “Watch him. He’s going to look again.” She said, “Oh, you’re full of shit. They’re obviously a couple.”

She watched the wall behind me as he and I locked eyes no less than three times while he stood in line. (Each time, a little longer than a casual glance.) They bought their food. They headed toward the door.

I said, “Now, watch. He’ll look once more before he leaves.” They opened the door. Just before exiting, he turned and locked eyes with me again. Michelle watching, said. “Oh, my god! You are such a shit.”