Clif hadn't noticed any of the exchange after the nods of acknowledgment. He was busy finishing off the wine remaining at his table. If he was actually going to greet the two, he needed some spirits in his belly.
Polishing off the last, he stood and moved towards the couple. His steps were rigid and felt forced, but he continued.
"Uh... 'scuse me, I'm Cliffor- Clif! Clif Thurston." He extended his hand to the man and waited.