“Why don’t you get married?”

This is so random.

She is sitting after a long tour in this big flower garden located on the southern side of Amsterdam only to find a stranger talking to her and asking her that question after some moment of talking.

She tries to curl a very simple smile she has, actually not really interested to give a long answer. She thinks that it is okay to answer this kind of question. She will not see this stranger again after today, anyway.