“Why didn't you tell us that you've found yourself a boyfriend, Lizbeth? I could help assess him and see if he's a good match, you know? Judging by the way this guy is dressed, I'd say he doesn't look very wealthy,” Oliver said disdainfully after eyeing Jared from head to toe.
Lizbeth's face burned bright red as she shouted angrily at Oliver, “Shut up! He's not my boyfriend, okay? I don't want to hear another word about this!”
“Oh, please! Why else would you let him into your apartment if he isn't your boyfriend? You don't even like having me over, so I doubt you'd let any of your friends in here. Anyway, regardless of whether he's your boyfriend or not, I need you to lend me some money. I'm short on cash right now.”
Lizbeth shook her head. “So am I. Besides, don't you think you've come to me for money way too many times now?”
“I'll tell the family about you having a boyfriend if you won't lend me money!” Oliver then took a few pictures of Jared as he continued, “Let's see what they have to say about your taste in men!”
“I told you, he's not my boyfriend! He's just a regular friend of mine! You'd better delete that picture right this instant!” Lizbeth shouted as she tried to snatch the phone from Oliver, but he refused to hand it over.