They were hoping.
He had hope.
“I have been thinking about keeping a cat as a pet,” he spoke after a minute of silence. They were in between conversations and they had one earlier about how she preferred cartoons and animae to films about romantic love.
“Oh,” she responded. “That’s nice.”
“Yeah. I have always wanted to have a pet. I reckon it should be a big lift for me mentally and emotionally.”
He raised his eyebrows, which under the soft yellow glow could not be noticed by her.
“I guess they can be therapeutic. You know, pets can lift spirits after a long day at work. When all you have been dealing with all day are humans who can stab and hurt you anytime, coming home to a living creature who is loyal to you and less likely to hatch schemes to discredit you can be a delight. Moreover, you can confide in your pet and secrets will never get leaked out and what you said will never come back to haunt you,” he explained.
“Oh. I don’t know. My family had a dog once, a long time ago. That’s about it, I guess.”
There was silence in the car again, but there was already a wry smile on his face. It accompanied his thoughts about how some people could be polite but words they did not say spoke volumes.
She was sifting through her list of contacts on a social-networking website.
“Ah. So how? Found anything interesting,” he probed.
“Yeah. There’s this ‘XX’ listed,” she replied. “I’m trying to find out who this person is.”
“It could be me,” he said.
“What’s your nick or name then? How come I don’t know you’re part of my contact list?”
“Er… I’m not sure. I don’t log in often.”
“This ‘XX’ nick is ‘perdant’. This person is so negative!”
A long pause followed.
“That was me.”
They were hoping.
He thought he had hope.