'Parkenstacker!'said the young man. He looked into the young woman's eyes. 'Can you love an ordinary man?' he asked her.
The young woman looked at him calmly. 'What work do you do?' she asked.
'I do a very ordinary job,' the young man replied. 'But can you love an ordinary man?'
'It is possible,' she said. 'But I asked you a question. What work do you do? Please answer me.'
'I work in a restaurant,' said Mr. Parkenstacker.
The woman in gray move along the seat, away from the young man.
'Are you waiter?' she asked