“I’m so glad to finally meet you. You are more beautiful than I had imagined you to be”
This was what Pat wanted to say. Instead, he said – “Ahem. Grrr. Ahem” or something to that effect.
“This place is quite boring. Don’t you think?”, Patricia looked intently at Pat when saying these words. The words and the stare were singularly potent enough to unnerve Pat. The combination, was lethal.
“I agree. I am actually quite poor at the choice of places. If I ever date you again, the chances of which seem very remote, I’d rather have you choose the place. For me, your company is all that matters”
This was Pat wanted to say. Instead, he said – “Errr…the soup is good”
“You don’t speak much. Do you? Anyway, men shouldn’t speak much”, Patricia decided to give the soup a try.
“Yes. Yes. If you want, I will keep my lips pursed all my life”
This was what Pat wanted to say. And he said it as well. But his volume was so low that Patricia didn’t hear the stupidity rolling off his tongue.
“And when they speak, they should sound powerful. As if they command the world”, Patricia said, while taking a whiff off her soup.
As Pat was digesting these words, his cellphone rang. He did not want to answer it, but he had to. It was his boss.
“Pat, where the hell is the document I had asked you to send this morning”, barked a shrill voice from the other end.
Pat glanced at Patricia. She was busy with her soup. He whispered,” I will send it out in an hour.” The phone got disconnected. Pat raised hi voice,” or maybe tomorrow. Listen, I am busy with someone, I mean something, important right now. I will do that later. Now, don’t disturb me”, He kept pressing the ‘disconnect’ button, fearing another call while he was dictating his emphatic monologue.
Patricia was still gazing at her soup. Apparently, she had not noticed. “Damn it”, Pat mumbled.
Patricia laughed a quite little laugh to herself.