Random Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

“You know that is not the answer you are supposed to give? Karen, you can talk to me about anything you know that right?” She hummed in response not saying anything. I thought of the best way to break the ice. “Random questions.” My wolf suggested. I snapped my finger in delight. “Okay, I think I know how we can get you in the mood. Let’s ask random questions while we share the whiskey.” Karen furrowed her brows. “How does that work?” “Just ask whatever comes to mind.” “Okay. So do you think you will ever be happy with Mark?” She asked.

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.

Then I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to focus on my work, checking my phone every fifteen minutes like an idiot. The reply came around five: [Brilliant idea. Ten questions is enough to learn the essentials without ruining the mystery. May I start?] "Of course. Go ahead." I braced myself for something basic. Age, job, whether I lived alone. The kind of thing every guy on dating apps wants to know right away. Instead, he sent: [If you had to pick a song to represent a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy London morning, what would it be? And why?]

This place has the most amazing scenery I've seen in my life. "Alright, let's get this over with so we can attend dinner." Harper shifts to face me, and I follow suit. "I'm going to list off a couple of questions and you just say whatever comes to mind." I nod. She clears her throat, "Favorite color? How old are you? Best place to visit? Do you have any siblings? Favorite person in the world?"

I continued trying to anticipate his question . “What do you like to do in your spare time?” Alex asked me after a while, he chose to ask a easy question like I did. “Well I love to travel… and to read..” I told him excited. My outburst made him smile. “What about you, what do you like to do” I quizzed him. He started laughing and I give him a question look before I figure out the answer on my own. I pouted my mouth disappointed and that made him laugh loudly.

He stops mid-chew, his eyes widening as if I've just asked him whether he's ever murdered someone or something. "I'm sorry," I say quickly. "It's been a while since I've been on a real date." That earns me a smile. "It's all right. I'm just not sure how to answer your question." "Then I'll ask you another one," I say, leaning forward. This time, I'll try something a little less personal. "If you had all the money in the world, what would you do?" It's cheesy, yes, and not that original, but it'll give me an idea of where his passions lie - and then I'll start to see the real Dean.

"Shouldn't you go first?" "No, I don't know about the game and you brought it up so you go first." I laughed. "Okay, what's your favorite color?" He said with a smile. "I really don't have a favorite color so I don't know. Oh wait, I think it's black or any dark color." I nodded. "That's good. Now, you ask me any question." "So, you mean I can ask you anything?" "Yes, you can." "Okay. How many girlfriends have you had?" I asked, feeling nervous on having to ask.

"I see... Um, well, I'm getting tired, so I should get going... It was nice to see you-" "-Ines." He cut me off. "Is there something more you want to tell me?" I asked, hoping that this conversation would hurry up and end so that I could steer clear of him. It seems that every time a person is taken off my list of 'people I should avoid', another one gets added on. "What do you like?" He's randomly asking me this now? "What I like? I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean... Like food? Or movies? Or..."

He continued rinsing and drying, leaving me with my mouth hung open and eyes still wide as a saucer. First off, what the hell does he mean by he doesn't relate with humans? Forget it. That's confusing as hell. I don't want to think about it. “I am going to forget; you just try to blow my brain. So the twenty questions are done like this: you ask me ten questions about myself, and I do the same to you. And no, it's not childish. We are getting to know each other.” I explained. “Ok… and if it's a question that I don't feel like answering?”

"Sebastian do you want to play twenty questions?" I asked as I went to sit next to him. "What is that?" He asked lowering the volume of the TV. "We just ask each other questions basically." I replied." "What type of questions?" I mentally did a face-palm. "Serious, random or even dirty." "Oh. Do I have to answer all the questions?" "No, not if you don't want to," I replied, he was always so secretive. "Okay sure."