Awkwardly Close

A strange happening just occurred- not that strange in itself. However my making-every-situation-awkward and overthinking-all-situations self seemed to find this particular situation...strange. So here I am, studying at Courtyard Coffee, which has better caramel macchiatos than Starbucks, I might add. Anywho, I sit down on the couch at the front. I'm excited to have all this room around me. But then this older couple comes in and sits at the couch right across from me. I feel extremely awkward. The only thing between us is a coffee table. I feel as though the only appropriate thing to do is to start a conversation with them, as if it's expected of me. My feeling of awkwardness might be unnecessary since the distance between me and the couple is really no closer than the distance between, say, me and someone at another table. However, somehow the intimacy of a couch changes the atmosphere. Can it be possible that cushioned, brown, leather seats change the rules for the appropriacy of a decision on whether or not to converse with complete strangers- strangers with grey hair, heavy lipstick, short-sleeve button-up shirts, and nothing in common but a good old fashioned caramel macchiato... PLEASE LEAVE ME BE!!!