Opinions Questions 소설 & 이야기

He did sit on the couch. “I just wanna ask your honest opinion.” “Sure. Are you sure I’m the right person you should be asking for an opinion?” “I don’t know. You’re a guy.” “The last time I checked, yes, ma’am.” There was a hint of wickedness in his words. Was he flirting with me? I gave him the iPad. “Check these designs. Choose at least three of which you think are good.” “Designs? Clothing design? You’re asking my opinion?” His eyes widened, surprised and amused.

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.

"If you mean nothing like me, then yes." "Yes, well, we both know how I feel about that." I rolled my eyes. I'd learnt long ago not to let his opinions on how I looked get to me. How he could have the same blood running through his veins as my beloved mother was insane. I frowned, the thought reminding me of his entry question. "You really should change that verification question." "I'll have to now that you've finally used it. I never thought I'd see the day when that would happen." "Me either," I said, wishing I could sit down or pass out somewhere. Right here in the middle of the floor looked fine.

A question. “Is it true?”

"You think so?" "Yes." "I think so too." "Then why did you ask me?" "Because I wanted your opinion." "What? Why?" "Because I needed your input." "I don't get why you wanted to meet me when for just this one question." "Isn't one question good enough?" "Well, you made it sound like it's more urgent." "It is." "Sure." "No, really. There's more to it." He plugged in the equation and started working on something. Then he showed her and said, "What do you think of this? Do you think we could use it to find more profitable stocks?"

"Because your opinion matters most." "..." There was no inflection in Douglass's voice, making it difficult to discern what he was thinking. "Do you want to have it?"

Her actions had put her in this situation, and she was afraid that she might unintentionally harm me if she continued to do things her way. "You seem really down today, huh?" I said, giving her cheeks a playful pinch to try to cheer her up. "Let me tell you something." As she looked at me expectantly, I continued, "Imagine you have a pair of well-branded sneakers that you've worn for a long time. It seems that the left pair starts to show more wear and tear than the right. It's always tripping you up and getting dirtier faster. Meanwhile, the right pair remains in good condition. One day, while walking down the street, you notice that the left shoe is critically damaged. It's still holding t

"She was exactly who I remembered before all of it." I looked at my coffee.... "And yet here you are," I said She was quiet for a moment. "I said I'd tell you what I found," she said. "I'm telling you." "What happens next?" she said. I looked at her. "You don't force people to doubt someone they love," I said. She looked at me. "You plant questions," I said. "Small ones. Things that don't require defending against because they're not accusations.... they're observations. The kind that sit in a person's mind and return occasionally. That accumulates slowly." I paused.

Georgia said as she was sweeping the floor without even bothering to glance in his direction. "How are you too sure that it was my fault?" He annoyingly asked as he plopped himself down on the couch. "Is it not?" She questioned with a pointed look as she glanced at him over her shoulders. "I was merely stating a fact and she misunderstood my statement. Is it too wrong to state my opinion?" "Depends on whether your opinion is in the right or the wrong. You have the right to state your opinion as long as you're in the right position to do so." She reasoned out.

"In a way that you admire, am I not right?" "I didn't ask for your opinion," I chime in. Kira is always the troublesome around me. Oh, and she still has more to say, "you don't have to ask for my opinion or anything before I say out my part. I am more than Artificial intelligence as humans to call it." Yes, yes, that's true.