Another customer at the (Thai) restaurant where I work now:

A like (later 40s) (dirty-blonde hair) (white) guy with a (blocky) (rhomboid) baby face who’s a bit country but who also has like a leather jacket on and so is also vaguely punk rock, and he’s there with his wife or girlfriend or whatever, and when I finish showing them the specials in the back pages of the menu and gesticulating to the neon-green paper insert on the next-to-last page, he reaches out and touches my hand by my wrist, just ever so briefly, and right away I know he’s bi and she knows and this is something they do sometimes, when he starts it.