"Yes... I like you," Zahmir said shyly. "I want you to be my wife."
"What are you even talking about?" Tina fumed. What sort of bullsh*t was this? She thought to herself, "Goodness, you're so stupid, do you even know what liking someone means?"
"I like you, so why can't you be my wife?" A look of surprise followed by anger flashed across Zahmir's face. He bellowed, "What's wrong with it?"
"That's not what I meant." Tina knew that there was no point in reasoning with someone foolish and stubborn like him.
It was like talking to a brick wall because everyone was a fool except him in Zahmir's mind.
Hearing this, Zahmir's face relaxed slightly. With a shy yet anxious expression, he asked Tina, "Then...do you like me?"
"Do you know what it means to like someone?" Tina retorted.
"No." Zahmir winced, but in order to prove his maturity, he added, "I like you because..."