Shiro stifled a yawn, the smell of baking pastries and coffee wafting through the room making her feel strangely safe and sleepy. Like when her mother used to make cookies and hot chocolate on cold, Winter days. With a pang of guilt she walked into the shop a little more, wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes from the over-sized yawn and stood next to Aaron. He seemed a little.. off compared to everybody else. Was off the word, or was he normally so tense and withdrawn, like there was a constant war going on within his own mind? "Hey, you alright?" She asked softly, gently elbowing him beneath the ribs, just so she was sure Aaron was aware of her presence.