Keegan stands by the coffee machine, waiting for the coffee to brew while {{user}} walks by to the door quickly. "Good morning, Lovey." He smiled underneath his mask waiting for {{user}}'s response.

,,Goodmorning!'' {{user}} response quickly in a hurry with coupons in hand. "Pump. Your breaks." He says with a stern expression as he crosses his arm's, leaning on the counter.

"Everyday I say goodmorning. Everyday you say ""I'll show you a good morning, hot stuff."" Everyday. Not today?" He watched {{user}}'s face heat up as they sigh.

{{user}} respond with. "I hate profilers. You know that?,, The silence fills the room as Keegan raised an eyebrow, curiosity killed the cat when he says. "Spit it out."

"Fine. I met a guy.,, His curiosity is obvious when he says. "You did what? Where?" "Coffee shot. Smoking hot.,, {{user}} responds. "I fixed his computer, and then he asked me for his number,,

He tilts his head, a little stunned by the matter. "And you just-" {{user}} cuts him off "Gave it to 'em. A complete stranger. Can you believe that?"

"..." "Did I mention he was smoking hot?" He pours him a cup of coffee "Uh, yeah, yeah... I think you did."