They are in their sixties and she asked if they could join me at my table. I agreed, awkward creeps in at times as we were avoiding eye contacts; it is rude to stare at strangers while you eat.

She came back later with a tray of foods. She left again to get some serviettes and straws. She asked him in a gentle manner if he wanted coffee first. She then placed a piece of serviette in front of him and proceeds to grab a cup of coffee for him. She gently lifted up the cover a little for him.

Will she do the same for me decades down the road?

I was surprised that that thought intruded my mind, but I was helpless.