I was attending a training seminar at a rival consulting company’s offices. They have a lovely view of the Yarra River. It was morning tea time, so we all grabbed our cups of coffee, a biscuit, and then wandered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows to admire the view.

People were strolling along the river bank, pushing prams, skating, sitting on the grass. I noticed a couple standing in a sheltered corner. The two tiny figures looked about two metres apart. He was gesticulating madly. She looked tense, with arms folded. She pointed accusingly. He stepped back a little.

I looked across. There was a row of about ten of us leaning into the window, clutching our coffees and looking interestedly at this fight unfolding before us.

“Gee, they’re working themselves into a frenzy,” someone commented.

The female figure flung her arms up and brushed past her companion. She walked quickly away. The male was rooted to the spot then followed slowly.

“Oooooh…” we all murmured.

She must have relented because she slowed down and he caught up. They continued walking separately, yet together.

“Well,” our teacher finally said when the couple disappeared into the distance. “That was fun but it’s back to work now.”