Anita watched the shifting emotions pass across Ken's face, suddenly awkward, feeling as if she was intruding on something too personal to be shown to a stranger. Whatever memories the apron held, they were clearly dear to the young man. After a moment of letting her gaze wander the nondescript room, she put her palm against the back of her neck and glanced back at the newcomer.

Softly, gently, unobtrusively, Anita put delicate fingers on Ken's shoulder, and gave him a tentative smile. "Hey....uh...you alright?"