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Like who even asks that question to a total stranger. Maybe, just Irvin Ford. ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

Another wave of chuckles rippled through the seats. Noah Bennett raised his hand from the side. "Ms. Hayes? What do we do if the media starts digging into our personal lives during the live Q&A? Can I just answer 'next question' if they ask about my dating life?" I smiled, a genuine spark of humor in my eyes. "Only if you want tomorrow’s headline to read 'Blizzard Rookie Hates Love.' We've drafted specific pivot templates for personal queries. You'll receive them in your inbox by noon."

I let out a deep breath and feel Bronx kiss the top of my forehead, whispering words of reassurance to me. Flashes pop and cameras snap while the photographers ask questions I don’t want to answer. “Kas, why the cane?” “Are you hurt?” “Can you tell us who you’re wearing?” “Do you still speak to your sister?” “Why did you dye your hair white?” “Are those white contacts?”

He asked. “Well,” I said. “It's not about whether or not you ask questions as much as how polite you are when asking them. Getting too personal with someone you don’t know is a recipe for foul things to come. Ask her about her favorite color, what kind of music or food she likes, and if she chooses to share something that's one thing. However, don't pry. If she shows you something she can do, you can ask, but I don't want you boys bombarding her about all of the things you wonder if she can do because I don't even think she has all the answers and it’s rude." I told them.

“Let’s go. We have a lot of questions that they will be answering.” ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

“I have a couple of questions that I would like you to answer if that’s okay?” “Sure, Spar with me and I will answer them”

Ah, I will call Annie. Start dialing Annie's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, what's up,?" Annie from the other line. "Hi, Annie. Are you busy? Can I ask you a question?," I said, quite hesitant. "Yeah, I'm free now. What is it?" she replied. "Please don't laugh at me and please don't ask me any question. I just need your answer. Okay?" I requested. "Yeah, sure. Okay. What is it?" Annie sounding puzzled.

“People who pretend to know everything.” “I definitely won’t have that problem.” “And applicants who ask too many questions.” “Do I ask too many questions?” “Well, asking questions is better than asking none. So I guess I also hate people who don’t ask questions.” I eyed him. “Now, I’m confused.” Gary made a gesture with his fingers. “If you want me to go any further, I expect consulting fees.” “I can pay you with microwaved pancakes.” “I’ll decline.” “They’re pretty good.”

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”