Novel & Cerita Random Questions To Ask

She asked, clearly unfamiliar with the idea. “You ask twenty-one questions to each other, and vice versa.” I quickly explained. “The same questions?” She asked, clarifying. “It can be the same or different, it’s up to you.” I replied. “Okay. Got it. Shoot.” She encouraged me, ready for the game. “What’s your favorite color?” I asked, expecting the usual answer. Laila scrunched her nose in clear distaste. “Are all those questions just ‘favorite’ something?” She frowned, clearly unimpressed.

"It's obvious I'm not asking for your Favorite colors or hobbies you have no use for. All I'm asking about is maybe some dark or deep secrets I ought to know." , any family anywhere? Friends? Or close relationships?" He rushes the question at me with my eyes darting all around the room, I

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

“So, what kind of music are you into?” he asked, a playful note in his tone. “Metal, mostly,” I replied casually. I could almost hear his eyebrows rising in surprise. “Metal, huh? I’m more of a classic rock guy myself,” he responded seemingly unfazed. The conversation meandered through favorite foods, movies, and hobbies. I found myself divulging details I hadn’t expected to share, drawn in by the anonymity the door provided. “Okay, so random question – are you a virgin?” he asked. His tone came across as if he were trying to deliver the question as a joke, but there was an unmistakable hint of curiosity in his voice.

I was getting really tired of this. “Next question?” I asked irritated and he nodded. “What’s your favorite color?” He snorted at me and shook his head. “Really? Black.” Expected. I was going to start with small questions and build up, trying to see which topics he avoided. “Song?” “None.” I gave him a disbelieving look to which he shrugged. “Movie?” “None.” “TV show?” “None.” “Sport?” “They’re pointless.” At least they weren’t repetitive answer.

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.

do I even know him? "Okay, Miss Jacobs, the rules of this game are very simple." Said Tom, bringing out a sticky note pad. Here, we will each write our questions relating to anything other than sports or business. Then we will pick randomly and anyone who gets the wrong answer, will have to answer a personal question from whoever's question he/she picked. Simple right? And one more thing, the answer must be an honest one." He ended with a grin.

“You told me to inform you, and I need to ask you something.” “What?” His voice remained flat. I sat on the chair in front of him, glancing at the door cautiously before managing to speak. “I need to know what he likes to eat, his favorite drink, or maybe the topics he’s interested in. Something along those lines. Can you tell me?” His brows furrowed. “Are you going to cook for him?” “No, no. He said he knows a restaurant—” “Then why are you asking me these questions?” he said grimly that seemed annoyed. Maybe this was terrible timing.

“How?” *******

" He suddenly asks, breaking the comfortable silence we'd settled into. "Well, now that do have one more question to ask." "Ask away." "What's your favourite colour?" He laughs "Off all things possible to ask, that's what you want to know? "Yes," I say resolutely. I know it's a silly question to ask, but I really feel that it's the little things that you know about someone that helps you understand a person and eventually become closer to that person. To me, Max is that person. He is someone I want to know inside and outside.