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she suggested after a moment, breaking the heavy silence surrounding them. "Like what?" She hesitated for a long moment, biting her lip anxiously. Finally, she spoke, "Like... uh... What kind of music do you like? Or what books do you read?" He tilted his head thoughtfully for a moment. "Most people tend to ask me why my hobbies interest them." "Then answer. Just answer." "Alright, fine," he huffed reluctantly, "Most people tend to ask me why my hobbies interest me." She grinned slightly. He must have sensed her amusement because he continued.

"What about you? What are your hobbies?" I froze, my mind going blank. Hobbies. Did I have hobbies? I'd spent so much of my life focused on survival, on building and protecting, on preparing for threats that I couldn't even remember the last time I'd done something just for the joy of it. A sheepish grin spread across my lips. "I don't have one either." She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "There must be something you like." I thought about it, really thought about it, and came up empty. Finally, an idea popped in my mind. I shrugged, playing it cool. "I like to eat."

We sat there for a bit, just letting the food settle. "So, Catherine," Jordan said, leaning back in his chair. "What do you do when you aren't running through the streets naked or tapping on the keyboard at TitanLink? What are your hobbies?" "I love to read," I said. "I can get lost in a book for hours." Jordan let out a short laugh. "I didn't know I hired a nerd." "I'm not a nerd!" I laughed, swatting at the air. "I just like stories." "All bookworms are nerds," he teased. He paused, looking at me expectantly. "Aren't you going to ask what my hobbies are?"

"My name is Ericka, i'm twenty four. I'm an orphan, I lost my parents at the age of five and...I guess that's all." Grandpa Hart laughed slightly and shook his head. "No dear, that's not what I meant. I meant your hobbies, likes and so on. These are the details that best describes a person and i want to know the hobby of my future grand daughter in law." A knot formed between her brows. Hobbies?. Come to think of it, she had none. The only thing she loved doing was cooking. "I guess my hobby is cooking?." She said, more of to herself than to grandpa Hart.

I won't be winning Miss Photogenic any time soon because of it, but it'll serve its purpose. Now for information about me. 32 years old. Three kids. Hobbies… I look out the back window in thought. I have no idea what my hobbies are. If I did, I'd being doing them instead of doing this right now. What did I like doing before I had kids? Hmm. I liked skiing, but I haven't done that in years. I liked going hiking and taking pictures of nature. I guess I still like doing that. Okay, moving on. What I'm looking for in a partner. If I'm being honest, I want another Santos, just a faithful one. I snort a laugh to myself.

He replied and continued walking which I also did. I sighed and decided not to talk, obviously if he hadn't come to rescue I would have been eaten by the rogues by now. “So what do you like doing?. What are your hobbies?”. He asked as we walked. “What do you guys have?” I asked from behind him,he squirmed and I saw sparkles in his eyes,a brash smile appeared on his face. “We have a lot of them, martial arts, horse racing , knitting and others' '. He replied and continued walking.

" Good choice." " Really no other ways than these?" " Go yell in front of the beach from time to time. When you feel you start to get angry, leave the place, do yoga. Write it down and write the opposite. Don't you have any hobbies?" " I love reading and playing guitar but mine broke last year and I didn't get much time to pay attention to them... And you know, I loved soccer to the core." I smiled at the mention of my favorites after so long.

- I asked, now resting my head on the back of my hand on the table. - I guess it's not very interesting, I don't have many hobbies. - Ethan shrugged. - Oh, you sure do enjoy doing something, you're just trying to hide it. - I said, trying to encourage him, since I wanted to know more about the man, I wanted to get as much out of him as possible. - I like to read, to run in the morning aimlessly, to observe the landscape, to create something with my hands, I'm really not someone interesting. - He spoke a little discouraged.

He explained. "Do you have any hobbies Owen?" "Programming." "That's your job." I laughed. "Then I guess not." He chuckled nervously. "Try a series of different hobbies and anyone that sticks with you, continue it." I shrugged. "What's your own hobby?" "Throwing blades, pole dancing, ballet." I could go on and on. "Blade throwing?" He asked, perplexed. "Yeah, you know, when you throw blades against a target." I explained using my hands.

She smiles a little, then says, “But that is just sad.” I throw the ingredients into the pan and add olive oil and some garlic. “That we’re workaholics and have no interest in anything that wastes our time?” “That you do not have hobbies. I’ll find you one.” “No need to.” “Yes, there is a need to. Hobbies are important. Everyone I know has at least one, and some have a few.” “Everyone you know is a kid. All kids have are hobbies.” “That is not true. There is Daniel and Knox, and they like a lot of things, like sports and clubbing.”