Novel & Cerita Get To Know Me Questions

Does he know me? Who is he?

Chapter 33 <<< >>> I’d remitted the thought of the contract till we’re out of here. “So what’s there to know about you? Mr Can’t be a Fantasy Lover. Are you single? This is actually so weird.” I chuckled, biting off a chunk out of the pie neatly cut onto my plate with a fork beside it. He said he wants me to know him better, we might as well start with the basic questions. ‘How did he get so rich?’ I should’ve added that to my questions.

Still, I didn’t know much about him and every time I asked, he avoided my questions. “You look like you have a lot on your mind,” he said. “I do. I have tons of questions. In all this time together, I’ve talked more about myself than you’ve said anything.” I sighed. “For example, how did you get yourself off the streets? Did you go to college? If yes, what did you major in? What do you do? What’s your passion? Who the hell are you?”

he asked, his tone now gentler. "Excuse me? I thought we were starting the interview?" "We are. That’s my first question." "Aren’t you supposed to ask me about myself first? Why I want to work here, what sparked my interest in this position, what motivates me, my educational background, hobbies, work experience, weaknesses, my—" "Why would I ask questions to which I already know the answers?" Silence. Right. He’s known a lot about me for a long time. "So, your question is?"

I am really interested in getting to know you in person. Noah.

I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato! "So.. Mate, I know nothing about you," I try to sound enthusiastic. He leans back on his chair and covers his gorgeous fingers over his face. "So we're playing twenty questions, eh," He starts... I nod and straighten my back. "Ok, shot!" "What is your favorite color?" "Black," "and yours?" "Mine too," "How many siblings do you have?" "I have one sister. She's my little spitfire, and you?"

- That it will never work. "Spending time with us will allow you to you get to know us faster than twenty questions. — He laughs. "I think so, but twenty questions can be fun. He puts the fork down, swallowing. ten questions each. You go first. I lick my lips. — Like you did you know where to find me? "I felt something that dragged me into a old-fashioned restaurant. I call it a pull. You grew up there? I shake my head. — I had my

“What do you want to know?” “What you’re about. Your birthday, favorite thing to do, your favorite color, food, and movie. Those little details.” “Didn’t you know them before approaching me in the first place?” “I knew about Andrea.” He paused, gazing into my eyes. “I want to know about Elena Greene.” “In return, you’ll tell me about you.” He smiled. “Deal.” “Okay. I was born on the thirteenth of September. I love skiing, swimming and dancing.”

“What would you like to know? I’m a fantastic lover. Shouldn’t even have to say that. I’ve a prosaic hand but a poetic eye; so a review said of me once. I’ve been known to drink a beer before noon while on vacation. Anything else?” “Seriously, Barry, I’d like to know you, outside of our current circumstances. I know what’s happened to you. But where are you from? What are your roots? What was your childhood like?” Of all the directions she could have gone in—what motivates you? what are your political leanings? what is your favorite color, song, animal, book?—she had to go in that one. I sighed. “It’s not the prettiest picture.” “I don’t care, Barry. Tell me.”

he looked at me as if he is 100% certain that I and the one he talked last time was the same person. "Do I know you?" He didn't answer what I asked him so I asked another question thinking that he will answer it for this time. " Why do you know me? And how much do you know about me?" This thing seems to work so slow. Is he a sloth? Or maybe it is just me who wanted to rush things so that I can hear his answer about my question...? I guess... the reason is both of that. "I knew you very well. I am sure that there are no other person in this world who knows you too well as much as I do"