PERC3PTION

  ...a trait of deception.
It's exactly 12am young man, she said, after responding to a feeble greeting from him. So what do you quest? "My love for a man". He replied. "Your love for... what?!" She asked astonishingly. "Yeah!, a man I'd waited long, to be embraced in his arms and show my love". "Heavens! You're, gay?"... "Yeah, I am gay!... hahaa"(he snapped and giggled).
Whilst she watched him with squint eyes, she spat and chuckled 'mad man'. She made a sign of cross and turned to close the gate while she meditates with her rosary.
He got pissed off by her reaction, but nothing tickled him of what she said. His eyes kept took screenshot of the scene and stored them in his medulla oblongata. He'd blurry saw her, head to toe in white robe and headgear with a hand bag in hand, walking at a faster pace. Leaving between them inches of a space into a waiting cab. He tried to go after her, but she briskly entered into the cab and was drove off.
Just few seconds away, she looked into the side mirror and saw the man cuddled in the arms of 'Father Hitman'. "Heavens! the Pope must hear this!".
"The Pope must hear what?!" Father Hitman exclaimed from sleep. There she woke up to find herself in bed. It was exactly 12am.