Going Out is a weekly attempt to investigate overhead utterances (made at the restaurant where I work) that reveal something about desire. This week's subject: a middle-aged gentleman dining alone. He asks the waitress's advice between two dishes and turns to her in his seat as he does so. After he's had a few bites, she asks how everything is, and he jokes, "Well, the coffee's good." Later, he grabs her arm (which p.s. Don't ever touch the waitress. Ever.) and asks...
"So do you just smile with your eyes all the time, or are you flirting with me?"