Random Questions To Ask Someone Novels & Stories

"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

I'm waiting for the interview to start. "Okay. First, since you didn't give me your resume, I'm going to ask you some questions about your personal life. Is that okay?" he asks for my permission. I nod my head. "Yes, it's okay." "Good. What is your full name, your age, your birthdate, your zodiac sign, your hobbies, your favorite music, are you still single, and if so, how many exes do you have? What are your favorite foods and drinks? What is your goal in life? What do you hate in a person? What are your desires, and what are your past related jobs?" he asks, and I'm awed, forming an 'o' shape with my mouth.

I snapped back to reality, taking a gulp of my orange juice. “You don't seem fine to me,are you sure you're okay?" Liana pressed on. “Could I ask you something personal please,I know we've been dating for a few days but I've got a few things to ask you and they may seem personal but you're the right person to answer them" She looked at me waiting for me to complete whatever I wanted to ask her . “Okay…. and what should those questions be?,I don't mind answering them if its what I can answer"

I asked him all of the sudden, breaking the silence between us. "Hmm? Aren't we too old for games?" He muttered in response. I rolled my eyes at him, "Didn't you want for us to get to know each other?" "Yeah. But what does that have to do with a game?" "Do you know the 'twenty-one questions' game?" I asked. He shook his head, looking so clueless, "What's that?" "Simple. We'll take turns in asking until we reach twenty-one questions," I said. "I'll start. What's your ideal type?"

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?"

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.

"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..."

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? "

“Tell me about your hobbies.” “I—” “No, leave that, too. Do you have a boyfriend?” “Huh?” “You’re not engaged to anyone, right? Any past relationships?” “What’s going—” “No. that was highly inappropriate of me to ask something like that. I apologize. Forget about that, too.” “Uh—” “How old are you?” “Huh?” “I said, how old are you? I know kids these days don’t care about the number. But it’s better to be safe than sorry. It’s easier to conceive in your twenties than in your thirties. Although you don’t look in your 30s, are you?”

“What kind of game?” “Nothing crazy. Just twenty-four questions. I ask one. You answer. Then it’s your turn. Simple.” “And if I don’t want to answer?” Kai grinned, slow and full of mischief. “Then we have to share a room together.” I groaned. “Fine. You go first.” He turned toward me on the couch, his arm now resting lazily on the back behind me. “What’s your favorite color?” he asked, his voice soft but curious. I blinked at him. That was… unexpectedly gentle.