"Only your mother?" Richard looked intently at Ellena's face as if he couldn't believe it right away. "Where's your father?—Oh, or maybe you already have a partner, I mean a husband?"
Richard was silent waiting for an answer. Trivial question. However, for some reason he had to ask that question, as if something was pushing his heart.
Ellena seemed to intertwine her fingers on the table, then smiled at Richard. "My father died when I was little." She answered, looking relaxed and not bothered by Richard's questions.
"Ah, I'm sorry." Richard whispered sympathetically.
"It's okay," replied Ellena with a smile.
"So?" Richard raised his gaze as if to demand another answer from Ellena.
