Holmesian deduction in blackpropaganda

Train to the city to go to get my feet done. As regular readers know I love the 30 minutes while a young lady in a white coat deals with the wear and tear over the last three months.
I like people watching on the train and a lady in her 50s sat opposite to me - nicely turned out - tight jeans showing off legs. She checked the time - near the terminus did her lipstick - and before leaving the train sprayed some perfume. I thought she must be on a date. As she went through the barrier she looked around - then walked to the main entrance to the station - yep, she met a smart man of about the same age - chatted a little and as they walked into the street he held her hand. My powers are still there. Now where did they go next?