She left the book on top of others with the same cover and her smile faltered when she looked at his disheveled look. "Don't worry. Some problem?"
Aaron shrugged. "No more than the usual," he said as they both walked towards the door. "So what do you want to eat?"
He was already midway in the small stairs outside the store when he noticed that Linda wasn't following. Aaron turned his head and saw Linda's eyes on his hair. He unconsciously ran his fingers through it.
"Is there something in my hair?"
Linda shook her head. "You didn't wash it today." Aaron blinked in surprise, feeling a small blush creep into his cheeks. He tried to find words to say at that, but nothing came. "Are you sure you want to go to eat outside? We can buy some food and cook something at my house. Or yours." She then walked towards him, stopping at his side. "I'm not really good at it, but I've heard that I do good pasta."
