Then, he put his plate down at my table. Smiling, I pointed to the chair and asked, "Are you going to eat with me." He smiled and sat down. I thought, "This will be interesting."
I walked away to get coffee. By the coffee, his friend was struggling with the juice. "Was it apple or orange juice?" he wanted to know. So, I helped him too. When I got back to my table, the little old man was gone. His wife, or the woman he was with moved him to another table.
Love speaks all languages.