Pay Attention To Me Novels & Stories

I said, not looking up from the laptop. "I am always in a good mood." He said it like it was a simple fact. "You are usually focused. That is different from a good mood." He looked across the table at me. "You pay a lot of attention." "I am observant." I kept my eyes on the screen. "It is different from paying attention." "What is the difference?" "Paying attention means you are trying." Now I looked at him. "Being observant means you cannot help it." He smiled at that, properly this time, not the small controlled lift he usually gave. "Fair. Okay. Yes. I am in a better mood than usual." He shrugged. "Good things happened today. I am choosing to focus on those."

I will definitely pay more attention to your phone in the future. Edna felt more secure hearing that, she seemed to feel that she was safe, she had a guardian from now on. The two of them looked at each other for a moment and then laughed to themselves, Edna too, laughing while wiping her own tears. Vidor also waited for Edna to turn off the lights in the shop and then returned with her. Vidor also offered the following suggestion: - Do you have to go to work tomorrow morning? Edna hesitated to answer, so she shook her head, she also looked at Vidor with a puzzled look and then waited to see if the other party still wanted to say something?

"Good. So why aren't you paying attention to the meeting? What else is taking your attention?" Wait, how did she know that? I turned to look at Brian and saw him smirk at me. The nerve of him! He told on me! Brian shrugged and focused his attention back on the speaker,like he hadn't done anything. "Uhm.." I struggled for an excuse. I knew she would be upset to find out that I was thinking about her when I had important things in front of me to be done. She was the only one that made me sober up. "I'm paying attention now, I promise I will."

“I’m still working on the fork thing.” “Don’t,” he said softly. “I like knowing where your head’s at. The fork’s like a signal.” I laughed under my breath. “That’s kind of terrifying, how much I’m apparently broadcasting without meaning to.” “Only if someone’s actually paying attention,” he said. “Are you always paying attention?” “To you?” He looked right at me. “Yeah. Since the bar. Haven’t stopped.”

“That sounds a bit.…creepy.” “I was simply paying attention, don’t you think so?” He laughed lightly, then continued when I didn't respond. “For instance, I know you still prefer to write things down instead of just typing them on your phone. Meeting, ideas, random thoughts, I know you all write them down. You even underline when something is important.” “How do you…” I was becoming breathless. He winked. “I told you I pay attention. It’s really that simple.” “Well, do me a favour and stop paying attention, will you?”

“Someone’s what? Following me? Watching me?” Aiden paused, caught between concern and restraint. “Maybe. I don’t know. But if someone is, you need to be careful.” I swallowed hard. “Careful? How? How do you… protect yourself when you don’t even know who it is?” He hesitated, a storm of thoughts flickering across his face. Then he stepped back, letting his concern linger in the air like a warning. “Just… pay attention. Don’t ignore it. And call me if—”

No one knows about that. Well I think it's obvious because I feel very uncomfortable when everyone's attention is on me. But no one pointed out this before or may be no one noticed it. But He noticed and he is not anybody. We ate our breakfast in silent but siddharth stealing glance to me. I can feel it.

"I'd like him to know I'm paying attention. To her. To you. To all of it." My throat tightened. "Okay." "Okay?" "Yes," I looked back at the notebook. "Okay." He nodded once and picked up his tea and didn't make it a bigger thing than it was.

He just leans back, takes a sip of his already poured drink, and watches me with a look that says he’s finally, truly, paying attention. "Go on," he says. "I’m listening."

"It will make you remember me forever. Just be careful, do not see other girls." Adimasta smirked. His girlfriend was so cool. She said she didn't love him, she pretended to be uncared, but she didn't want Adimasta to see another girl. Adimasta was confused by Clarissa's behavior. "So, this t-shirt isn't meant to be worn." Clarissa turned to Adimasta again. "Well, what is it for?" asked Adimasta. "Put it on the frame, stick it in your room. Memorize it. You can't see other girls. Just this one." Clarissa pointed at herself.