I was getting tired of looking at him and seeing only wealth and so, I decided to shut all of his money out and get to know who he really was.
'How old are you?' He asked.
'Twenty. How old are you?' I asked.
I knew it was going to be sort of rude to ask for his age, but I desperately wanted to know.
'Don't you want to know my name first?' He laughed and sipped from his coconut.
That would have been the better question to ask him. At that point, I wished I had started with that.
'I do want to know your name but that's something I'm surely going to find out. I might never get to ask for your age again.' I said.
I was happy with my comeback, at least it saved me the shame of appearing like a desperate person.
