They were older, probably in their late 50's.
He wore flannel with his long grey/brown hair pulled back into a half ponytail. Round John-Lennon glasses and a beard that had red in it mixed with the brown and grey. He was a smaller man with a strong voice that he spoke softly with. He leaned on the table with his elbows, keeping both hands wrapped around his drink, except for every now and then when he'd reach his hand out to put it on top of hers every few moments.
She sat in a chair at the table across from him. She had dark brown hair that had strands of white in it that made her hair almost shimmer as it was pulled to the top of her head in relaxed but large clips. She had a small face that was set with similar round glasses to his, although her glasses seemed to magnify her eye and the fact that her eyes were completely surrounded by a thicket of lashes. She wore mom-jeans and a black turtle-neck that held her head up straight, exaggerating her already-straight posture. She finished her drink but her hands were set in front of her neatly folded and they kind of twitched every time he patted her hands. Her eye contact was stronger than her voice which was sweet and mousy.
It was so adorable to watch them talk to each other so carefully. When they left, he stood first to pull out her chair for her and he carried her cup to the trash before he opened the door for her. It kind of broke my heart a little bit.
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