Confusing Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

I thought a guy his age can navigate the date into an awesome, memorable one but turns out it/he/the-date-and-him is soooooo boring (sure, memorably boring) because I'm the one who have to ask all the questions. It's either me and my interview questions or us sitting quietly and awkwardly with a bowl of dessert between us.

He was the most anti, talking about other people's problems. "Can I ask you something?" chirped Kayra. Alvaro stopped walking and glanced flatly. "What?" "Do you think we're both bad too?" Alvaro raised one eyebrow, not believing the question asked by Kayra. "Can you answer?" said Karina. "Because I wanna make sure, are you the same as the others?"

I answered, feeling slightly embarrassed that I was in this situation. "I see. So to be honest, I'm kind of confused and I also have a few questions that I want to ask to clear my confusion but I don't want to invade your privacy and seem like I'm being too inquisitive and at the same time, I doubt that you’d tell me what it is that is going on. I'm still quite confused though and I would be lying if I said that I don't want to know what's going on," she blurted out.

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

"Come on, what's the problem? Are you still not comfortable with us?" I shook my head saying no. "Then what?" I turned to Chrysler, ready to ask a question. If he doesn't answer my question, I'll push him down. "You..." I said, his eyebrows raised as if asking what. "What's your problem? Why are you like this to me?" I asked him, he suddenly became mute. I smiled quietly, this is why sometimes you better answer a question with a question too. But make sure your question would really make the other person dumb or speechless.

"I will be asking something and I hope you answer me truthfully," "If it's not something that invades my privacy, then carry on." He takes a deep breath, making it seem like he's about to ask the question of the century. The more act he portrays, the more pressured I get. I wish this could be done and over with already. "Do you know what you are?" is the eventual question he throws at me. My expression is etched with confusion as soon as the question is thrown at me. "What do you mean by that?" I ask in return.

The look in his eyes was a little distant, but I refused to be intimidated. “Yes, I did. I have some questions for you.” “Questions? I asked, starting to feel weird. Why would he have questions for me? Questions? What answers could I possibly give? “Have you ever turned, completely?” he asked, and there was a tiny hint of desperation in his voice. “This is all coming unexpectedly. Why are you asking, all of a sudden?” “I just asked you a question, Serena. And you should give me an answer.” “I really do not understand. A minute, you're understandable, and another, you're complicated.”

She went on to ask me more questions. "Does she have any relationship issues? Family or work related issues she has shared with you? Please note that these questions are important for our search, that is if there will be one." I nodded frantically. If all they needed was my answers to some damn questions, I would give them that.

When I was done I asked: "Do you have any questions?" She did have one and it pretty much stunned me. "Why don't you like me?" The question caught me flatfooted and it took me a couple of seconds to get around to answering it. I remembered something one of my English teachers once told me. "When confused about something ask questions." "What makes you think I don't lie you?" "You know me and you know I prefer being called Becky so what is with his Miss Courtney shit? And when we are in shared classes you are cold and distant where I'm concerned."

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.