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“I love my work. Do you enjoy yours?” He frowned. “It's my life.” “Okay,” I replied after a moment. So much for making a connection. I looked over at the coffee counter to see they were still working on our order. No coffee yet. “So, what else do you do? “What do you mean?” he asked with a frown. "What hobbies do you have?" I asked. "I personally like to go dancing. I like going to Jane's art shows and my sister's off-Broadway plays. And I mean, really really off-Broadway plays."

She pulled her long, sun-kissed brown hair behind her broad shoulders. “I don’t do anything like that,” I said. I couldn’t tell them my real hobbies. “I’m not in any clubs or sports or extracurricular activities. Just keeping my grades up so I can get into college.” “You’re a bookworm,” Ella said. “You know what?” I said, smiling. “That’s exactly what I am.” I spent all my free time researching, after all. “What are you talking about?” Ashley’s green eyes glared at me. “I just spent an hour with you in Art class. I saw your sketchpad. You’re an amazing artist.”

“Well... I grew up in a small town. I was raised by my father and mother, I also have a junior sister. I studied marketing and media in college, which led me to becoming a freelance writer, blogger and YouTuber after I lost my job 2 years ago.” Mr. Hargrave nodded thoughtfully. “And what do you do for fun?” I blinked. “Fun?” He chuckled. “Yes, Ava. Fun. Surely you don’t work all the time.” I smiled sheepishly. “I like reading. Watching movies. Cooking, sometimes.” “Ah, a woman of simple pleasures,” he mused. “That’s good. Balance is important.” I nodded, though I wasn’t sure why my hobbies were of any interest to him.

He nodded. When the icing from the cake smudged the side of her mouth, she didn't anticipate the thumb that reached over and brushed it off. “What are your hobbies?” Sophie tried to distract herself from the warm fluttering feeling pooling at the pit of her stomach. “Well, I love painting, drawing.” He shrugged again. “Seriously?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Yep, ” he confirmed. “Wow, I didn't know that.” She smiled and picked another cup having finished the first one.

"I see, I can really see that in your face, Angel... but how about you? What are your hobbies and something that you'd like to share? It's so unfair if I tell you about my favorites and you don't tell yours!" "Well, I love playing badminton and volleyball. Aside from those, I also love cooking and cleaning my house. Actually I am a shy type person and I don't have much friends... that's all you need to know about me!"

He interrupted me. ‘What?’ I asked. ‘I want to know the real you not that’. ‘I will if only I get to know the real Aidan’. ‘Alright’ ‘You promise?’ I asked. ‘Promise’ he confirmed. I smiled. ‘Where to start’ I said thinking. ‘How about your hobbies what do you like doing during your free time?’ Aidan asked. ‘My hobbies consist of watching movies and jamming to music, but I mostly play video games’. ‘Is that so? What kind of games?’

“I have lots of hobbies, but I haven't found any way to….” “Name them.” He cut me off. “I have lots of hobbies too. Maybe we can enjoy it together.” “I love to read books and to draw also.” His eyes went wide with shock. “Wow? You're an artist?” I rolled my eyes. I hate when people respond to my question with a question. And that's exactly what he's doing. “That's what I said, Elijah! Stop making me repeat myself.”

"Yeah, I'll do that. So this is not it? You don't enjoy drawing and panting? Nothing in the art department?" He shook his head. "I suck at this." "It doesn't matter. You just have to enjoy it. Besides we always keep improving." "No, I don't really enjoy this. It feels like a task." I nodded and took out the page from my back pocket in which I had listed down all the things we were going to do today. I crossed off origami and painting and rounded gardening because it was a strong contender for his hobby.

“He’s worm food now, dove. We’re your freedom, and we’ll be here until you’re ready for us.” “Well, what about your hobbies?” I asked after taking a drink. Coughing at the harsh burn, I regarded him with a raised brow. “I’m not talking about killing people, either. Or your stealing-objects-from-other-people habit.” His lips stretched into a grin. “Good, because those are passions, not hobbies.” The humor drained from his face, and he waved dismissively. “Painting is a hobby.”

"I don’t waste time on trivial things like that. Life’s too short to spend it on distractions packaged as fun." I blinked, stunned by his tone. "Excuse me?" Leaning back in my chair. My mind scrambled to process the sheer arrogance in his words. "You heard me," Toby said, his expression smug. "All these hobbies people cling to, they’re just excuses to avoid being productive. I mean, what’s the point of spending time on things that don’t add measurable value to your life?" I stared at him, biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from snapping. "Well, I’d argue that hobbies give life balance. They make people happy."