Jasper Sitwell and Bruce Banner
As someone came up to his table, Jasper's hands stilled on the triangle, taking in the cadence of the other person's step. They weren't military, but there was a heaviness to his footfalls that was almost famliar. He stood up and took the triangle with him, tucking it under his arm.
He pushed his glasses up his nose, light flaring to momentarily hide the eyes that were obviously searching Bruce for some indication of... something. He was watching Bruce watching the table. Whatever he saw seemed cunning enough.
He smiled. It didn't reach behind the lenses. His offer was just as ambiguous. "You wanna break?"