The two of them look at each other and grin, then start to laugh. The man takes a small gem from one pocket and tosses it to the woman.
Preempting any confusion, the man speaks. "We've had a bet going. Every time someone sits with us, I give her a rupee, and every day that someone doesn't sit with us, she gives me one." He chuckles again. "You're only the third person to sit here in the whole month that we've been here."
The woman laughs. "And that first one hardly counted. She had no idea we were here and scurried off again as soon as she saw us."
"And I think that second one only sat here as a dare. He sat off to one end and never said a word."
"He might have passed out for a moment when I offered to get him a refill on his juice."
They laugh again.
"But you have some definite nerve," says the man. "Trying to be nonchalant, it's a bold move, but hardly unexpected. Though you might want to check a little more closely next time."
"Notice the ten foot gap around the table where no one's even standing? You're hard pressed to cross that and have it come across as a coincidence."
The man reaches out a hand for you to shake. "I'm Piscun."
"Jezebel," says the woman, nodding to you.