A nice enough man, maybe French, was at the desk asking about bike rates. A woman with a blonde ponytail and a cap stood next to him, about the same age, about the same level of attractiveness. I asked her, as I do all day of people standing near each other, if they were together. She scowled like I'd asked if the crumpled Big Mac wrapper in the street behind her was her son.
"I've never seen this man before in my life," she said.
O-kay. "No" would suffice...
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