Damon's heart raced a marathon from nervousness as his eyes slowly studied Aya's face.
"Why could you think that?" Damon asked, truly curious.
"I usually see couples holding hands." She replied casually and both Alexander and Damon let out the breaths that they hadn't realized they were holding.
It was only a childish observation and it helped them realize they were not yet comfortable enough to let other people know of their relationship.
"You have very nice hair, Damon." Aya praised, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the unique shade of hair she was seeing for the first time.
"Thank you, Aya. I happen to find yours beautiful as well." He admitted and she grinned.
"We have a visitor!" his mother, Nadine exclaimed, her voice welcoming and curious as she walked through the door along with a tall and skinny middle aged man.
