A slightly grizzled (older) (white) man with a trimmed beard, and a (thin-faced) (late middle-aged) (white) woman with big-lensed glasses and long, long unconditioned brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
She asks some basic questions about the menu, but it seems like she has weird boundaries about being in a restaurant, where it's strange for her, or somehow uncomfortable.
Then, at the end of the meal when I go to run his credit card to pay for them both, it's not actually a credit card, but a debit card, and one disbursed by a plasma company, the name says at the bottom.
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