Noah noticed her pushing her food around her plate. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't one of those guys who cared if a girl ate - in fact, he liked girls who didn't give a shit and did what they wanted. He debated saying something, but then decided not to.
"A hairdresser..." Noah nodded, smiling at her encouragingly. "That's cool."
At her question, the smile slid off his face and the shadows returned. "I'm not quite sure what I'm doing exactly. I just got out of the army and I'm a little at odds."