Dave cleared his throat. He looked at Irene with pain flashing in his eyes. "May I know the name of your boyfriend? Does he always come here to visit you? Where did you meet him? The last time we talk to each other you told me that you are not interested to have a boyfriend. How come that you already have a boyfriend now? Whys it's all so sudden?"
Irene's brows knitted together while staring at the visitor. She was deeply surprised by the avalanche of questions he throws at her. "Huh? Why are you asking me so many questions? Are you my mother?" she asked in astonishment.
Dave sighed. "I'm sorry. Just answer one of my questions, please?" he begged.
Irene breathed deeply, she was getting irritated with Dave's interrogation. "You don't know my boyfriend, so I will not tell you his name. Besides, it's my life. I won't tell you everything about me. And I'm also not interested in knowing about your life. I don't want to sound rude... but I think it's about time for you to...to..."
