you hadn't meant to shatter the wine glass. it wasn't fine china, nor was it expensive. it was easily replaceable, but you flinched back nonetheless. the way you gasped and your eyes went wide. you were reminded of your childhood, the time that you dropped a glass and your dad made you pick it up with your bare hands while he yelled at you relentlessly. all you could do was hope it wouldn't cut you.

"whoa, what happened?" keegan asked as he'd entered the room, noticing your frazzled expression as you panicked to pick up the shards.