The first couple was well-dressed, middle to upper class, probably on their way to the theater. He was all J. Crew, she had long, straight black hair. He was touching her hair as I approached them.
“I see another one,” he teased.
“Shut up,” she said.
“That’s two grey hairs. I bet there’s more.”
“Shut up! Pull them out!”
He brushed her hair back from her face. “I wouldn’t do that. I think they’re beautiful.”
. . .
The second couple was in the supermarket:
Her: “Ew, I don’t buy that stuff. I hate whipped cream.”
Him: “Well, there goes that fantasy.”