Ben and Ana
Throughout this months-long pandemic parade, one this has remained true: I don't think Ana de Armas owns very many pants that look good on her. Yes, I know these are those sweatpants/work pants hybrids so they probably aren't supposed to be FABULOUS. And it's at least refreshing that they don't have the Chanel logo stamped all over them, or whatever. Let's assume she's just ordering everything from the Internet, and doesn't want to deal with sending back even the lukewarm stuff because post office lines in pandemic times are not ideal. Ben looks... like Ben, except SHOCKINGLY without anything Boston-related stamped on his chest.
These two still walk so awkwardly for the press. There is no way walking with her hand up on his shoulder -- and his seemingly around her waist -- is comfortable when they are both wrangling dogs AND he's holding his coat because he was overzealous about layering.
He did make sure to get a butt pat in here, though.
Is that... BEN'S house? Surely not; it feels too out in the open somehow, especially with photogs. But then whose random front-yard tree swing is Samuel using? Is there a neighborhood tree swing in Brentwood, or wherever this is? I hope they know those people. I hope Matt Damon is in there yelling through the window, "BEN GET THE PAPARAZZI AWAY FROM MY HOUSE."