Preguntas Para Conocer A Alguien Novels & Stories

“Not that kind of intimate but I would entertain the thought if you were to go there.” “No I don’t plan to go there,” she reassured him as she took another bite of her hen. “Well, I had my assistant, Jacob, research and compile some questions we could go over each night.” “Oh?” “From what I understand some questions are shallow surface questions such as likes and dislikes and some are a bit deeper. I’m not entirely sure where he got these questions but he is very thorough and amazing with research so I’m sure they should serve us well for the intended purpose.”

I asked him all of the sudden, breaking the silence between us. "Hmm? Aren't we too old for games?" He muttered in response. I rolled my eyes at him, "Didn't you want for us to get to know each other?" "Yeah. But what does that have to do with a game?" "Do you know the 'twenty-one questions' game?" I asked. He shook his head, looking so clueless, "What's that?" "Simple. We'll take turns in asking until we reach twenty-one questions," I said. "I'll start. What's your ideal type?"

“What was it like growing up? What made you choose your specific major at the university?” The questions kept coming, one after another, like an interrogation wrapped in a polite tone. He wanted to know about my family, my daily routine, my closest friends, and my plans for the upcoming summer break. The sheer volume of personal inquiries made me incredibly nervous. I felt like I was being audited, like he was trying to collect every single piece of data about my life to build a profile on me. I kept my answers short, vague, and generic, managing to answer them all without giving away anything truly substantial.

Cami POV “How do you know who I am?” I asked, uncertain of what to say. “It is my job to know who is inquiring about me,” the individual responded. “Where are you?” I asked, wanting to get to my questions. “Do you think it would benefit me to share that information?” the individual responded.

"So what's your inspo for your hair colour? I've been wanting to ask." I closed my eyes and huffed. Damon was targeting questions that I couldn't answer like he knew all of it. "It's personal. I think I'll start by asking questions so you can get what I am talking about. Haven't you sat with a girl and tried to get to know her?" He shrugged. "Not at all." "So you've not dated in the past or had a crush on some girl who liked you back or just randomly met on a date? How about Leah? Did you get to know her?"

"I don't know. I still feel sad about it. No matter how hard I try to understand it." I could sense him looking at me while I'm eating. But I still couldn't help but get sad about it. Imagine, I got so excited about it that I've been checking my phone to see if he messaged me or not. Then it ended up like this. Neil wouldn't understand me anyway. "What do you usually want to do on a date?” he asked. I don’t even know if that’s necessary to our topic or he just wants something to talk about. “I honestly don’t know. What do people usually do on a date?”

“Ian, you can’t just assume things about me. You don’t even know me.” “I told you, I want to learn more about you. So tell me, who exactly are you, Victoria? What were you like as a child? What do you like to do in your free time? What are the things that spark joy in your heart? What do you want for yourself in the next five years?” He asked. “Well, are you hiring? Because I think I am being interviewed over here.” She gave a witty question and he smiled.

I chuckled to hide my anxiety. "How do I know if I'm in love with him?" "Everybody reacts in different ways when they are in love with someone, you just have to figure that out yourself," I replied. "But one way to know is by asking yourself this question, would you be able to move on if you guys part ways one day? Or can you bear seeing him with someone else?" She nodded in understanding as she went into deep thought. I changed the topic by bringing up the book she was writing for a contest and she pushed the thoughts about Estefan aside as she talked about her book.

“I have a small question" “Yes. What is it about?” “Isn’t it weird that we have been talking for a quite while yet? We don’t know the names of each other. Is it just me who just noticed it?”

Minghao gaped as soon as he heard him. ‘I’m a man to her?’ Minghao asked this repeatedly in himself. There are seven reasons why people ask questions. First, they just wanted to know the answer. Second, they are testing the person they are asking. Third, they accused the person. Fourth, to impose a delay. Fifth, to express disagreement. Sixth, to exert power. And seventh, to make a statement. But when Eugene asked him the question, Minghao wasn’t sure about his intention for asking; it was as if he’s asking for Minghao to know the answer that he, himself, isn’t aware of.