Twenty one questions

They made dinner and sat in the living room after the meal silently. Jeff was on his laptop and she was just looking at him and then at the TV, then at him, until she finally spoke. "So, you picked this place, why?"

Jeff looked up from his laptop, his brows furrowed together so they appeared thicker and darker. "Hmm? Oh yeah, because well, Lucy said you liked beaches. Do you?" he looked at her expectantly, and she nodded just because she couldn't afford to say no, but truly she liked beaches.

  "Always. So wanna play a game?" she asked. Praying that he would agree or she would die of boredom.