Century City, "The Odd Couple"

In front of me sat a couple. They sat directly across from each other. They sat inside a sea of restaurants two floors above Gelson's Market. The food cafeteria offers food of various nationalities.
   The two across from me were Persians- but not the wealthy ones. I had gone there to fight the latest Los Angeles heat wave. Earlier  I had divested some of my pocket change earlier for a Persian melon, barbecued chicken and also prune plums.  
   I cut up the grade A melon and watched the couple next to me. Unlike the rich Persians who wear jewels everywhere, The lady wore none but her husband wore a large gold watch. He was dressed in  a neat white dress shirt along with trousers and trim-all leather shoes. 
   She wore a simple colorless blouse, skirt and sandals. Neither smiled throughout this adventure. I latched on to her sandals. Her feet spoke unlike her closed mouth. The left kept poking the right one until her feet had kicked them off. Blue nail polish covered bigger than normal toes. 
   Each ate their rice and other vegetables from small bowls. She finished earlier than her husband. He ate with a flourish enjoying each succulent bite. He rubbed his fingers to remove fallen particles and placed them on a napkin. 
   Finished, the lady tried to unlock the cap from the water bottle. No luck, even after several tries. She the pushed the stubborn bottle towards her husband. Without fanfare, his fingers flipped the plastic top up, and without any emotion pushed it back towards his partner. Now with her thirst satisfied, she put the lid over the water bottle and removed a small round mirror from her bag. 
   Her mirror focused upon her bottom teeth. Something was wrong with them. With her fingers she prodded her teeth to get to the problem. She did this twice, removing the mirror to remove a particle from her teeth. Her husband took a few tidbits from the large bowl and placed them inside his. 
   Now finished, he took the water bottle and unscrewed the lid. He placed a straw inside and sipped a few mouthfuls before returning it to its rightful spot. She again played with her prop, the looking mirror, and the left for something. The remains of the meal her husband placed inside a carton, not much, but just enough. I spoke to my daughter about this experience when I returned to her apartment

   On our upstairs balcony, I spoke about what you have just read. Our second floor was too hot to eat in so we ate outside with a large rubber tree shading us. It was going on nine o'clock.
   My daughter laughed when I spoke about this couple. "Dad, they probably have a poor marriage" But later she corrected herself. "Just maybe the marriage is so good they no longer have to speak. Wait a moment daughter. 
   When they got up to leave. They did not walk hand in hand but one followed the other like on a leach. "Well Dad, just maybe my first observation was correct. Their marriage was one not chosen by them, it was fixed. 
   Gelson's Market is quite cool. Like the Beverly Hills library, it is easy to forget L.A is in the hundreds again today.