"What do you want to achieve with your life?" He asked.
"What the fuck kind of a question is that?" She responded with the tonality of a question but the implication that she would be disappointed by his response regardless of what it was.
Disregarding her underlying aggrevation, he began to answer this question with a self-righteous response (because he clearly already felt like he was achieving lots and lots). "What would you like your obituary to note as your most significant...."
She got up and walked off from their little table at the coffee shop and headed home. Then logged onto the dating site and felt as depressed as every other time she did so.