"Pick a number from one to five," he said.
"Two," I said, "why?"
"Because I asked. I'm not going to choose your answer though."
"Then why even ask?"
"In the moment, when you ask a question about a choice you have to make, you realize what you really want to do and the advice becomes void."
"Oh, so you used me to find out what you really wanted?" I laughed, fakely, to give the appeal of someone who cared.
"I guess I did," he said with a smile, "I have a place to be."
He walked away and turned the corner. The room was so quiet I could hear him close the door.
Why did he want me to choose a number again? Whatever, people are so confusing