you were having a chat with your future husband, basically a get-together.

“Hi,” you said, he looked at you coldly, head down.

“Hello.” he smirked, as he lit up his cigarette.

“How old are you?” you asked, he looked way older than you.

“You’re a curious little girl, huh?” he chuckled, as he blew.

“Yeah I am, now answer me.” you replied impatiently.

“Old enough to be your father, sweetheart.”