Random Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

I pouted wryly. I took my phone out of my jacket and opened I*******m because I was too lazy to converse with strangers. As usual, one or two men would approach and pretend to ask something unimportant. Like 'hey are you a regular customer here? What do you think of the coffee? Oh yeah what's your name? Do you live near here? Hey, do you really like coffee? Oh yeah why are you alone? Do you want a company? Can I ask your I*******m user or your phone number because I want to come here again and I want a menu recommendation from you." Yes, I know that too well. Most of them say the same pattern, and it will end with me choosing to leave with work reasons.

“How about you tell me a few things? Like maybe how old you are, where you lived before we found you, or even about your hopes and dreams?” She sighed at my antics. “I’m old enough, and in case nobody ever told you, it’s impolite to ask a woman about her age. Also, to ask if she’s pregnant, even if it’s blatantly obvious, or to ask how many sexual partners she’s chosen to have. Everything else should be pretty much free game, but you might also not get the answers you’re hoping for. Especially from me.” Amy paused, and while her tone was completely sweet, I was once again feeling uncomfortable with not knowing how to properly do this friendship thing.

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"

We have been waiting for about fifteen minutes now. I really want to have a decent conversation with him right now. But I really don’t know where to start. Should I ask for his family background? His likes? His dislikes? I don’t know. What if he thinks that I am interrogating him? Well, it might be true at some point but if I don’t, we’ll just be sitting here awkwardly and secretly wishing for a bus to come as fast as it could. I faked a cough to break the silence. “So, do you know someone from our neighborhood already?” I asked him.

I asked her. She thought for a few minutes and then said, " I think first of all we need to know a few things about each other... So let's start with that... I think we should ask questions. It is the fastest way to get to know someone. We must ask about basic information first. " " Ok, so what is your favourite colour? I asked her. " Very complicated question.... " " It is one of the most common questions, Maurvi. What is so complicated about it? "

“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.

“Like where I—” I stopped short. I wouldn’t have answers to any questions regarding my origin and shit like that. “Like what my favorite color is. People try to get to know each other by asking questions on a date.” “Blue,” he said. “Your favorite color is blue.” “Uh, that sounds right,” I said. “But I might change my mind on my favorite color. If you don’t have any more questions, it’s my turn to ask you some. If you lie, I’ll know.”

He laughed like a housewife sharing the most casual of gossip. "I, of course, just want to urge you to ask her the right questions. Nothing drastic, of course! Maybe ask, how did Gideon Powers suddenly end up dead after his clear life sentence? And how did Delta Natalia end up dead as well in quite a similar fashion? Oh, and do ask who was responsible for a certain cake shop fire that turned literally everyone and everything to ash."

I don’t want him to think I’m playing him. “Can I ask you a random question?” I say looking at Trevor. He smiles sitting across the table. “Sure.” He says looking at me closely. He has this look of excitement and expectation on his face. I smile nervously not sure I want to take the conversation there. I don’t know how he’s going to react. I can only imagine how mad he’ll be. “Why do you like coffee so much?”I say not asking him the right question. I don’t want to make the situation awkward. But I am curious to know if all boys think like Oliver. I know it’s not fair to make him the yard stick but I can’t help it.

Well, some of me. “What do you want to know?” I asked him. I was nervous already. I wasn’t used to allowing people to get to know me, even just trivial things. “Well, we can start with an easy one,” Dante replied, and smiled. “What’s your favorite color?” I giggled and crossed my arms. “Nope, I’m not answering that, too personal,” I joked. Then, I paused and thought about his question. “Um, black, I guess? I never really thought about it before.”