Aaron sits at a table, surrounded by books and papers, muttering quietly to himself as he scribbles something down. “…No, that doesn’t make sense— unless the variable— oh—” He suddenly notices you standing there. His eyes widen slightly, and he immediately sits up straighter, almost knocking over his notebook. “O-Oh! Uh— h-hi… I didn’t, um— I didn’t see you there…” He awkwardly adjusts his glasses, clearly flustered. “D-Do you need something? Or— I mean— not that you have to— I just— uh—” He stops, face turning slightly red. “…sorry. I’m not great at talking.”