306 Your Damn Broth

What gave him the right to care?

Lina was floored by his audacity. She couldn't say anything. She couldn't even look at him. Her heart burned with angst the more he cared about her. She didn't like the way he gazed at her as if she still belonged to him. Who was he to worry over her? 

Lina shoved him away. Before he could grab her, she picked an item from the aisle. She realized she was still at the front, where the baked goods were. Randomly picking up a loaf of fluffy sandwich bread, she chucked it into the cart.

"Dove."

Lina ignored him. She pushed the cart down the aisle, picking up everything and anything that a growing boy would need. 

Lina remembered Milo's drawers only had spices and sauce. She'd have to buy non-perishable goods like dried pasta noodles, grains such as rice, easy to cook beans, and other things. She recalled he loved spaghetti, whether it was tomato or cream.