And suddenly, Tim felt himself put on the spot. He was never good at asking good questions. Why did he even suggest that they talk bout things? He couldn't think of any really good questions to ask her, and he was struggling to find something to ask. His face visibly showed his struggle. Eventually, he just gave up and asked a basic stock question.

"Um... what's your favorite color?" He said, pulling his knees tighter against his chest as he waited for her answer to his stupid question.