I invited her for a drink. She said maybe we could do two for the sake of Friday night. We went to a bar in downtown. She was in black suit that fit her athletic figure smoothly.
I ordered a beer for her and a straight scotch for myself.
"I'm a big drinker," I started my words.
"Wow, just like my father." She chuckled.
"How's your father?" I asked her.
"Divorced my mother before we came to Canada. The last time I saw him was 6 years ago."
"I'm sorry," I tried to change the topic.
"I'm thinking to buy a condo," My tone became a little more serious and I watched her young face light up as she looked at me.
"At this time?"
"Well, my age..." I didn't know what I could say. I'm too old to wait. But I refused to say so.
Our conversation turned into her talk with her giving me advice on the topic.
We had a good time on talking. But it was futile. A big age gap. And I knew it from the beginning.
I ordered a beer for her and a straight scotch for myself.
"I'm a big drinker," I started my words.
"Wow, just like my father." She chuckled.
"How's your father?" I asked her.
"Divorced my mother before we came to Canada. The last time I saw him was 6 years ago."
"I'm sorry," I tried to change the topic.
"I'm thinking to buy a condo," My tone became a little more serious and I watched her young face light up as she looked at me.
"At this time?"
"Well, my age..." I didn't know what I could say. I'm too old to wait. But I refused to say so.
Our conversation turned into her talk with her giving me advice on the topic.
We had a good time on talking. But it was futile. A big age gap. And I knew it from the beginning.