Novel & Cerita How To Know If A Quiet Guy Likes You

“Oh no. You really like him. You’ve got it bad, baby girl.” She groaned, covering her face. “I do. It’s so annoying! He’s so shy, Clarice. He can barely make eye contact with me. But he’s also really smart and funny—when he does speak. And I swear he likes me, but he’s just so awkward about it.” I tilted my head. “So what makes you think he’s into you?”

“Me too. Too many people wanting something. I like it when it’s quieter… easier to talk.” He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Easier to talk… or easier to notice people?” I tilted my head, letting a playful glint enter my eyes. “Maybe both.” He chuckled, and that sound—a low, warm laugh—made my pulse quicken in ways I hadn’t expected. “I can see that. And… you? Are you… always this observant?” “I notice things,” I said lightly, letting my tone hover between casual and intimate. “People, expressions, little gestures. Sometimes it’s helpful.”

I mean, nobody. The second I climbed into that fancy-ass SUV and got a real look at him in the passenger seat tall, built like he bench-pressed motorcycles for fun, scar slicing through one eyebrow like someone tried to rearrange his face and he said “thanks, looks better now” my brain short-circuited. I’m talking full system failure. Mouth went dry. Thighs clenched on instinct. And the bastard just nodded at me once, all quiet and broody, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me without saying a single word. I hate quiet guys. They’re dangerous. They make you fill in the blanks with your filthiest thoughts.

Cayden says, and he looks like he might slap me through the phone. “I think Michael is onto something. If she looks sad or gets angry, then you know she has feelings for you. If she starts chatting with the other woman as if nothing is wrong, then you know you will only ever be seen as her friend. You don’t have much time to try and woo her anymore. This way you get an immediate reaction, and you will know if you should just move on, or if you have something you can fight for.” Caleb says and I start to run through all the women I know that might be available today on such short notice.

she says while brushing my hair. “Yeah, I get that too, but at the same time, staying quiet isn’t going to change anything. Like, what is he trying to achieve by doing this? Okay, his subtle moves give me a hint that he’s interested in me and… is he waiting for me to make the next move or something? I just wish he would talk to me about it,” I say while working on the wing of my eyeliner. “Do you like Ryan that way?” she suddenly asks me, setting the brush down and grabbing the flat iron.

" She kind of make a point but how do I find out from him when we have no close relationship and I no longer work under him. "So what do I do? How on earth can I find out?" "Observe his attitude from today and then we will know if he loves you or not." "Okay,no problem at all,I will shower now." "Okay girl, don’t think too much,he is not worth any of your tears,I will call you tomorrow or text you." "Sure, good night." I kept the phone and walked to the bathroom to bath then I reflected on somethings Nate did for me,could it be that he did it because he loves me or is there something else related to this?

I was so giddy! I tried my best not to smile too much. He looked at me. "Hey, why are you so quiet?" "Hmmmn?" I kept my mouth shut because I felt like I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from squealing. Why do I feel like this? Am I starting to like him? "I said, why aren’t you talking?" I just shook my head and looked outside. He suddenly laughed. I got annoyed. I looked at him with furrowed brows. "What’s so funny?" I asked, irritated.

“Or did you think I stay quiet just because I don't like talking?” “Isn't that exactly why?” she challenged, arching an eyebrow. “Okay, you got me,” he admitted with a soft laugh. “I do avoid certain conversations. But the advantage of being quiet is that you learn how to read people.” Eloá swallowed hard and looked away. Then why haven't you read what's written all over my face? The thought remained locked inside her. “So tell me… what's bothering you?” he pressed. She hesitated for several seconds before finally murmuring,

she said, my head snapped towards her immediately. “Really, you’re already carried away by these things?!” I asked. “It’s not that. You can just see his sincerity in all the notes. This guy obviously likes you, you can’t pretend to not know,” she said. “But you don’t even know who he is, how can you conclude that he likes me?!” I asked, she moved her chair closer to me and placed her hands on my thigh. “I don’t have to know who he is, I can read his emotions through these notes. He’s genuinely sorry.”

I don’t like the silence and I hate that he won’t talk to me and I know that I didn’t do something bad to him. He didn’t answer and walk near me instead, when we’re just an inch away from each other he look at me straight in the eye. “Why did you show me signs that you like me when you really don’t?” He asked with rage in his voice.