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"Like what?" The feeling of Déjà vu was making Ryder feel uncomfortable. "Different things. As long as it piques my interest, be it drawing, sculpting, making stuffed animals..." "So, you like to make things..." Well... this is a pretty indistinct hobby. "Yeah..." "So, if it "piques your interest", you will do it, whatever it is?" "Yeah..." For a second Ryder felt that the questions and the used tone were a bit odd. "It doesn't mean that I will be able to do it though. I just try my best... most of the things I have done aren't that good."

The question took me off guard but I immediately recovered, "um...eating?" He rolled his eyes, "duh." I laughed raking my head to find out my hobbies, "I love swimming, it frees my mind and relaxes my nerves. I take pictures," I smiled at the memory of me and my camera, my camera that was carefully tucked into a box right now in my room. "Unlike most girls I don't like reading, I only read when I have a problem." "When you have a problem?" Aaron asked his eyes completely focused on me.

“It still counts.” “I mean something that isn’t work-related or physical.” I pointed at him. “When was the last time you did something just because it made you happy?” He didn’t answer right away. Andre opened his mouth, then closed it. A faint crease appeared between his brows as he genuinely seemed to consider the question. The realization hit him that he really didn't have any. I tilted my head. “Exactly.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe I need a hobby.”

she asked. "How about you start first?" he smirked. "I'm Cindy Pearl. I'm 23. I work at a school. I love reading, cooking, and knitting. Those are my hobbies." "Cindy..." He pronounced her name, and it sounded magical in her ears. Why was he so good at everything? "I'm sure you would never want to know what my hobbies are, huh?" "What are your hobbies? I would like to know," she asked, and he smirked darkly.

Changing their perception of me, one they had gotten without meeting me, wasn't my obligation. If they wanted to paint me as a spoiled brat then go ahead. I’ll help. ”What other hobbies do you have?” Marie asked and her eyes glinted. I had to think long and hard about that question but all that came to mind was what I had done at home. ”Painting, reading and,” did I have no other hobbies? Did I even really like the ones I had just mentioned? ”That’s it,” I said and smiled awkwardly. ”Then I have a surprise for you tomorrow,” She said and winked.

he leaned in a touch closer, "what about you? What are your hobbies outside of creating the perfect day off?” Brian chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "Alright," he admitted, taking a deep breath, "you caught me red-handed - I do have a bit of an adventurous side. When I'm not swamped at work, you'll find me on the archery range, letting off some steam and honing my skills. There's something incredibly satisfying about the focus it takes, the perfect release when you hit the bull's eye." A hint of passion flickered in his eyes.

I replied, my tone reflecting my honest sentiment. "Okay, I won't ask more about it... And what about what music you like, your hobbies, and what you dislike." He asked and for a brief moment, I thought about what kind of music I loved. "For music, I love RnB and hiking as a hobby. And I dislike men with shroud comments about women," I said and he murmured inaudibly, I frowned. "Sorry, I didn't get what you said," I said and his gaze intensified while he licked his lips sensually, I found myself drawn to his sexy manly soft lips.

I have never really had to think of what my hobbies are. “Hmmm, well I like running, training, and sparring but I am not sure if those can be considered hobbies. I tried painting once and I like it, but I was not very good at it. I would have to say I like gardening. Something about growing plants from baby seeds is exciting to me.” I really do like gardening, but I am still not sure if it is a hobby. I do not have much time to garden, and in the last few years have cut my collection of plants down to a few succulents. “I am surprised by that a little, but I can see how with your caring nature that you would be good with plants.” I like that Daphne compliments me.

"If you do something you love, you will always be happy to do it. Therefore, a hobby can become a job. The writing is in your blood, Lilo, it's no use denying it. I rolled my eyes, pulling the invisible mask against my face again. " Writers are crazy, they imagine bizarre stories that would never happen to a normal human being. I don't want to waste my time on such a stupid hobby. The words hurt. I knew they would hurt, but I was sure when he uncrossed his arms and relaxed his shoulders. Your famous defeat pose. My father couldn't understand that despite loving him, going on with his life would be the same as wishing for failure. I hated thinking that way. I hated having such a stereotypical

"This may sound cocky but there is this rich kid course that teaches you most of these things. I skydive, ride a motorcycle, ride a sports car, play hockey, and a lot of things which do not help us in life but make us look sophisticated" "So golf too?" she asked. "Yes," he said with a sigh. She let out a chuckle which was contagious and made him laugh too. "What are your hobbies?" "I have none" "What?" she said almost screaming. "None," he said again. "I think we need to fix that. Maybe cooking? Or reading a book? Or watching a movie?" she asked. "None," he said again firmly. "Okay you know how well you made that meal in Aurora Haven?" she asked and he nodded. "I guess it would make a lot of