Get To Know Me Questions 소설 & 이야기

“Here to see your granny?” Suzanne smiled back. She liked Bob, he always asked her the same questions whenever she came. “Yeah, can you let me in Bob?” Jolly Bob nodded and flashed his card at the gate’s sensor, but not before putting his elbow on her windowsill. He smiled a toothy smile. “Sure you don’t want to go out with me anytime soon Ms Summers?”

Why do I have to care how he feels? “Do you think he’d stay patient?” Silence spread through the room. And then I exhaled, long and thin. “How do I even get to know him?” Louis snorted, picking up his books. “I don’t know, man. Just ask him questions about himself.” He returned to his book, while my gaze lingered on the floor. Get to know him. The advice tasted strange—flat, almost bitter. Yet, something faint shifted in my chest. ***********

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.

He sighed again as he tutted, “I do not see what you are trying to accomplish.” I threw my hands up in defeat, “Okay, another question. What is my favorite color?” Ford looked baflwed, “what is this nonsense?” “Who am I closer to? My dad or my mom?” He didn’t answer, so I fired another round of questions, “what are my grandparents called? Which one is my favourite? Who is my best friend? What food do I hate? What food is my favorite? Oh… Last one… What have I been doing for the last couple of weeks to help this pack?”

“Try me.” He tilted his head, studying me. “I can’t decide if you’re brave… or just utterly clueless.” “Can I kiss my wife?” he asked suddenly. I stepped back. “Look… give me some time. I need to actually get to know you.” He sighed, like patience wasn’t his strong suit. “Know me how?” “Like… you. What you do. What you like. And why, out of all the women throwing themselves at you, you chose someone who doesn’t even know you personally.”

He wants to get to know the real me, this gives me hope that I am not just a distraction for the weekend. “Let’s play that game with ten questions”, I told him on a playful note. “What game” he asked me and I can see he is intrigued. “Well we both can ask ten real questions and we need to answer honestly”. I said after thinking a little. “Real questions?” Alex looked surprised. “Yeah, questions about what you really want to know, not like what’s my favorite color or I don’t know my favorite band”, I continued smiling. “ Okay let’s play your little game” he told me and I can see he is amused.

I said without looking at him. "Yes, I know you" he said. I looked up at him, and as soon as I looked up he was already looking into my eyes. "I know your name, but I don't know your hobbies, favorites and dislikes" "Do you still need to know that?" I asked, confused. "Yes, because it's like I have something to say when someone do an interview to me. So you should know about me too, so that you can also say something when you're going to interview."

“What is it?” “I want to know about my adoption… where did you find me?”

I swallowed and took a deep breath. "Hmm?" "To finish school." "You know, we've got a lot of time for that. For the 'getting-to-know-each-other stage," he said. "What I want to know today, right now, right at this moment is...do you like me? Perhaps, love me?" I didn't say a word. Do I really like him? What if...what if I'm just confused? In the end, I just nodded to his question.

also, if we are going to work out then we should know each other. It’s not like I wanted to ask complex questions. I just want to know trivia things about him. like the little of the little details like his favorite food, his favorite season, his favorite movie. Stuff like that. “Ask me anything.” I told him. “No, you ask me. I already asked one question. You should get a chance too. We can continue once I return. Let’s play a hundred questions. It can be anything.” I blinked at his words. Why does he keep shocking me? Let’s play a hundred questions? Let’s play? Play? Wow.