~What if you find your soulmate but he's already dead?~
Charlotte is a last year Psychology student, hating the dorm-life she moves into an apartment. She considers it a blessing that she got such a quiet and decent place in such a cheap rent. And...
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"Isn't it actually twenty questions?" Alex asked, cutting in.
Charlotte shook her head energetically. "No, it's called twenty-one questions—a slightly expanded version of its granny twenty questions. We used to play it back in high school."
Alex looked like he was restraining a smile.
Charlotte narrowed her eyes. "Don't laugh. We're going to ask each other twenty-one questions each and the answers we are going to provide to those questions must be honest. No lies," Charlotte explained how to play the game. She had leaned forward in excitement now and had her feet crossed in Indian style. The matt underneath her had ruffled in a bit, it didn't bother her though.
"But what if one doesn't want to answer a question if it gets too uncomfortable?" Alex asked, he leaned forward too with his elbows now resting on the railing.
He looked a little nervous.
But Charlotte had to coax him a bit firmly. There was next to no other way to have this stubborn guy come out of his shell. She was a bloody psychiatrist, almost, and she could tell Alex had been too long into hiding, obviously because something utterly disastrous had happened to him. He was withdrawn, and she could sense by his words and actions and his eyes that he wasn't being very social lately. Recently, she was the only company he'd got.
Charlotte was determined to help him out of the dark; she cared for him too much to let him live in that dreary place he'd made for himself.
"You'll be able to pass it," she replied. "But know that it will take you one step closer to losing the game each time you pass a question and furthermore the other person gets one additional question to ask and as punishment—"
Alex lifted a brow. "Punishment! Isn't that too much cruelty for one pass?"
Charlotte lifted a brow in return. "Why? Are you scared?"
"Me—scared?" Alex smirked. "People are usually scared of me, Charlotte, it's never the other way."
"Ha ha ha...," Charlotte feigned a laugh with sarcasm.
Guys! Always just so full of themselves.
"So, shall we begin?" she asked, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.
He nodded, and it was hard to tell what he actually felt about playing the game. But she was eager and she knew she needed to take the chance.
"Here's my first question," she said through the smile stuck to her lips now. "What is the most annoying habit other people have, according to you?"
He tilted his head, face serious. He seemed to think for a second before finally giving the answer, "Asking too many questions."
Her brows flinched a bit. Her smile wavered under a quickly escalating weight.
