A Touching Moment

So I’m looking at an apartment.  Thomas, my maybe future roommate, shows me the site of our future flat and where his friends, a cute couple, are currently living.  When we arrive, they are sitting hunched over boxes eating dinner – the regular moving-out scene.  They happily shuffle things around for my walk-through as we joke and converse. 

It’s sunny and spacious.  Equipped with laundry and gas stove, but oddly it does not include a fridge, nevermind Thomas will buy one.  It’s a walk-out -balcony -in- my -bedroom kind of apartment, it’s perfect!  More importantly, I decide these people are cool, and exactly the type of folks I wanna be friends with.  As we’re wrapping up I ask why they’re leaving.  The man, while casually standing over the sink cleaning the grit off the frying pan says they’re thinking of expanding their family.  I should tell you now that everything happens about 30 seconds later for me in French than in real time, so by the time realized the significance of what was said, the women has begin to tear up and flutter her hands around her face, and then Thomas, flipping his head, as though watching a tennis match, between the two of them says:

“ non, c’est pas vrais, oui?”

With an even brighter smile and tear buds now falling down her cheeks she nods and starts laughing.  We all laugh and make rounds hugging.  They are only two months in, so hadn’t told anyone yet. 


I think it’s strange that Thomas then congratulates them by making horns with his hands on his head – 'mocking a bull' he explains.... but then again 30 seconds later it occurs to me that he’s talking about the astrological sign Taurus, as in when the baby is due.  And just like that i was invited into my first tender moment, albeit accidently.