Niall came into the room and sat in the chair across from me.
"So, I guess I should start asking you some questions?" I asked him.
"I guess." He replied with a smile.
"Well, okay. What's your favourite food?"
"Nando's!" He yelled. I chuckled and wrote it down.
"Are you left or right handed?"
"Do you have any fears?"
"I have claustrophobia and a fear of... um," I raised my eyebrows, "pigeons." He finished.
"Okay," I said as I scribbled that into my notebook, "what else do I need to know?"
"Well, you probably know I'm from Mullingar. I love food. I'm 20. I guess that's pretty much it; I'm not too interesting." I laughed.
"Everyone has a story, but not everyone wants to tell it."
"But I really don't." He said, digging his hands into his pockets.
"Well, if you insist. I guess that's all I need." I said with a smile.
"Okay." He got up and left the room.