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"So... can you tell me more about you?"
She'd have rolled her eyes if he wasn't looking. But he was, so she just smiled and replied politely.
"Ask what you want to know."
"How old are you?"
"Oh... that's the first question you want to ask?"
"Of course it is. I no wan hear say I dey carry under age." He starts to laugh like he had said something funny and that ticked her off.
"Would it change anything if I was?" The question left her lips before she realized it had been spoken out loud. But now that it was out in the open, she leaves it to hang there.
The few seconds of silence that follow was loud indeed. When he finally replies, it's with a different question.
"What will you like to drink?"
This one makes her laugh.
"Guy... there's no need for all this small talk. We both know why I am here. We are not kids."
She moves in close, ruffling the blanket spread on the bed in the process.
"I have just an hour with you. Don't waste it on meaningless talk."
