I notice that all the other couples in the four booths lining the wall of the diner are Asian/white—Asian woman, white man. My awareness of our likeness to the other couples shakes me out of whatever we had been discussing. I tell him to look. He laughs, ha ha, like it’s a happy coincidence. It seems to be more than that, and more sinister. It troubles me that others who look at us, for example, the waitstaff, might think so too.
