When we sat down at the Bulldog Pub this evening, only two tables across the room were taken. There were two women in their late teens drinking Coke on one side, and three men in their forties drinking wine on the other. There was an empty table between them. The women did not talk much while the men got ever merrier. This is how things stood for quite a while. And then we saw the women getting up from their table and joining the men. “Did you see that?” whispered one of the waitresses we know well as she walked past our table. “Yup,” laughed my beloved, “but we missed the key moment.” Indeed, we did not notice any communication between the two women and the three men. None whatsoever. By the time we left the place, the women were well into wine. Coke was long forgotten by then. One way or another, we were sure they were quite versed in the old game, if not even professional at it. Which is why we missed the key moment, of course.