Random Questions To Ask Someone Novels & Stories

I take a bite out of my salty French fries and chew nervously, while her blue eyes pin me into place. “It depends, Ruth.” “I promise it’s not a serious question, just a casual... personal question that you totally don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” How can a personal question be casual? I shrug anyway. “Are you and Luke in a relationship?”

"Twenty Questions? What's that?" "It's a game where we each take turns asking each other a question, and we have to answer truthfully," I explained. "It's a fun way to get to know each other better." Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'm in," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. I started with a light-hearted question to ease the tension. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?" A smile crept onto Margot's face as she replied, "I love spending time with my family and friends, especially my younger sister. We used to have so much fun together."

“I don’t like that. Stop smiling. I feel like I need to baptize myself and cleanse my soul for whatever’s about to come out of your mouth.” Laughing, I lean back. “It’s just something I’ve always wondered but never actually asked.” “About me? I mean, you already know almost everything there is to know,” he says. Rolling my eyes, I say, “Not about you exactly. But asking some random guy would’ve been awkward. You’re not exactly random, and you’re definitely not normal.” Rich snorts. “Thanks, sunshine. You’re not all that sane yourself.” “Okay, fine. Will you answer my question, or should I just ask Jace instead?”

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?”

I said before laughing. “We’ll be playing a Question Game since you’re practically a stranger to me. Let’s play ‘Get-to-Know-You.’ We either use cards or ask random questions. And since I changed the champagne rule because of me, and I won, I’ll let you choose—cards or random questions?” I said, giggling. “Random questions,” Bryan said. “I’ll ask you first then. What’s your full name?” I asked. “Bryan Montgomery Blackwood,” Bryan replied.

" 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.

“ Since we are friends, shouldn't we get to know each other? ” “ Of course. Should we play twenty questions then? ” Mel asked, excitedly. She was like a kid sometimes. “ Yes. Would you mind going first? ” “ Not at all. I really want to know a lot about you. So, uhm…I almost don't know what to ask. ” Mel laughed. “ What is your skincare routine? ” I froze. Of all the questions I had expected her to ask, that was not one of them. One of the nation's most beautiful goddesses, the dream woman of many men, the sexiest woman I had ever seen, was asking me for my skincare routine?

“Exactly. You had the board game, didn’t you? What kind of questions do they ask?” “Why?” I say, puzzled. “We’re doing a Couples’ Quiz contest. Are the questions hard?” “Hard? No! They’re just fun. Silly things. Basic stuff that couples know about each other.” “Ask me some.” Lottie sounds a bit tense. “Give me some practice.” “Well, OK.” I think for a moment. “What kind of toothpaste does Ben use?” “Don’t know,” says Lottie after a pause. “What’s his mother called?” “Don’t know.”

Never seen him, never spoken to him. “No,” I said slowly. “We haven’t met before.” “Okay,” he said softly. But his eyes still looked like he wasn’t fully convinced. Then he asked again. “Do you have hobbies?” I frowned slightly, caught off guard. “Hobbies?” Yeah,” he said, almost casually now. “Aside work… what do you do?” I hesitated. No one really asked me that but I needed to give an answer anyways. “I mean.” I said slowly. “Everybody has hobbies.”

“Maybe we should just talk about random things until you fall asleep. Sounds good?” “Okay.” I nodded. “But… I don’t really know what to ask.” “Hmm,” he murmured, then asked. “What was your childhood like?” The question stole my breath for a second and I swallowed hard, staring at the faint outline of his collarbone in the moonlight.