Random Questions To Ask Someone Novels & Stories

“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.”

If we were asked the simplest things about each other, we would fail miserably. “Then, why don’t we do a Q&A session? We ask each other questions about our lives, and we have to give the right answer.” I proposed. “That’s a good idea. It will give us a crash course on each other in the very limited time that we have.” She nodded. “Who’s going first?”

Just then Alison glanced at him, "Can we play a game?" He smiled amused at how young her mind is, "Random questions, let's get to know each other better." It was better than sitting in the silence, "Sure," he agreed. "Let me go first," he offered. "What is your birthday?" "My birthday, you don't know my birthday?" She asked visibly annoyed. "Yes, that why I am asking," he defended a bit confused on why she was upset. "You should know, you could have ask my Gran or even Sam, but you didn't."

He was eager to know what question Damien was giving so much introduction; he wanted to know if he could tease him with whatever it was that he was about to ask. "How does one know when they like someone else?" "WHAT!?" "How do you know when you see someone else?"

I asked him. “Yes, it's for the sole purpose of having fun. Let's play twenty questions.” He initiated. "Twenty questions, let's start!” I exclaimed. "I'll go first, what was your first impression of me? I mean before we even got married at all, you must have seen me before.” He asked. I thought hard, "My first impression of you isn't something I remember. You were just like a random person to me, I was going through something tough when I saw you on television that day." I answered.

“Ian, you can’t just assume things about me. You don’t even know me.” “I told you, I want to learn more about you. So tell me, who exactly are you, Victoria? What were you like as a child? What do you like to do in your free time? What are the things that spark joy in your heart? What do you want for yourself in the next five years?” He asked. “Well, are you hiring? Because I think I am being interviewed over here.” She gave a witty question and he smiled.

I didn’t mean to be rude but he was acting like a bore right now and there were more important things to talk about than the size of a drainage hole at the bottom of a plant pot. “What?” “Have you ever dated anyone before?” The question clearly caught him off guard. “Uh…” “We’re friends, right?” I asked. He looked around uneasily before responding. “I guess.” “Great. It’s okay for friends to ask this about one another so don’t be uncomfortable about it. Have you ever kissed anyone before, Anderson?” If he was drinking coffee, he would have spluttered it out by now. His eyes were so wide and his face so red I started to see the reason why he and Tony were friends.

"A game? What kind of game?" "A question game," he said, a boyish grin curving his lips that made him look disarmingly handsome. "Simple rules. We take turns asking each other random questions. It's high time we actually got to know the little things about each other." A soft smile tugged at my mouth as I looked back toward the cobblestone path. "Okay. That sounds fun. Who goes first?" "I'll start," Leo said, tapping his chest dramatically. "If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?"

What do I want? Nobody has asked me that in a very long time. Derek used to ask, in the beginning. What do you want for dinner, what do you want to do this weekend, where do you want to go for our anniversary. Small questions. The kind that feel like love when someone is asking them and feel like performance when you look back and realize they stopped somewhere around month eight and you did not even notice. I type back to Rhys: Can we meet?

Minghao gaped as soon as he heard him. ‘I’m a man to her?’ Minghao asked this repeatedly in himself. There are seven reasons why people ask questions. First, they just wanted to know the answer. Second, they are testing the person they are asking. Third, they accused the person. Fourth, to impose a delay. Fifth, to express disagreement. Sixth, to exert power. And seventh, to make a statement. But when Eugene asked him the question, Minghao wasn’t sure about his intention for asking; it was as if he’s asking for Minghao to know the answer that he, himself, isn’t aware of.