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"Let's talk." "We did. The whole day." I reminded him. "Some more." "About?" "I don't know. What do you want to talk about?" He asked, glancing at me. I thought for a while. "Let's play twenty questions." "Okay. You start. No questions related to family." "Fine. Um...what is your favourite book?" "I don't like reading books." "Seriously?" I asked him disbelievingly. "Yeah. It's kind of boring and I don't see the point of reading books. What are we gonna do reading that?"

He inquired about my taste "A very difficult question!" I cleared my throat while thinking about the answer. "It depends on the situation, honey—If with a boyfriend, I prefer a romantic beach-type kind of date and amusement park for enjoyment." A smile appeared on my face. "Nice!" He sounded normal. "Now it's my turn—choose between hot and beautiful. " I asked. "Huh?" He rolled his eyes. "Would you like me to elaborate on the question, my dear?" He looked at me.

Charm, wit, and a killer smile. And yet. I was still in the truck as he leaned against it and smirked. "I don't like the word no. It's short, clipped, and completely negative in its effect on the world. Therefore, I need to know what your weaknesses are so I can use them against you. Favorite foods, drinks, songs you sing in the shower, places to go, things to see. TV shows - do you prefer Friends or Big Bang Theory. If I was a superhero, which one would you want me to be?" I shook my head. "Do you ever... pause? Stop? Take a time-out? And why do you need to know these things?"

he said, nodding toward the cliff and the sea. “Indeed,” I replied, following his gaze. “The Prefects prepared a couple of questions,” he informed me, giving me another one of those disarming smiles that seemed to come so easily to him. “But you don’t plan to use them,” I observed. “You look like someone who already has questions of his own.” “Yes,” he replied simply. He paused for a moment, his gaze sharpening slightly as if deciding where to start. “Tell me, how do you feel about being the Luna?”

"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.

What do you want? What did I want?

It was a bewildering, overwhelming and non-stop stream of questions demanding that she answer: Coffee or tea? Coffee with milk and sugar? What do you want to eat on your break? Which shampoo? Which hand cream? What bank do you want to open an account in? Do you want to go to the movies? What do you want to see? What are you doing on your day off? Do you want company? And on and on and fucking on.

Yanna I wait for a minute or two before I broke the silence between us. “why don’t we play 21 questions?” He turns to me looking confused. “What’s that?...” “It’s a game where we ask each other 21 questions and we have to answer truthfully.” I smile softly as he nods. “Okay, let’s do that….” He says and guides me to seat at the edge of our bed. “So….what is your favorite colour?” I ask.

"If I had a favorite colour, that would be black and don't try to make a speculation or interrogate me a little father. Why is your favourite colour your favorite colour?" A killer way to enquire two questions in one. Score one for Mokunfayo Badmus.

Xavier asked at the moment. "I do not have a favorite genre. I listen to everything I can hear. Maybe I like pop?" she said in a question. "Are you asking me?" he said pretending to turn the bottle to the glass. "I like pop" she screamed with laughter. "Pop?" she nodded. He shook his head. "What? I don't look like a pop kind of girl?" his face lit up in agreement. "Oh stop it. It's my turn to ask a question right? Have you ever had a crush on a person before?"