Your days in the logistics department were quiet and uneventful. As Keegan's subordinate, you worked behind the scenes, your presence often going unnoticed.

Now at the matchmaking event, your breath hitched when a familiar figure walked through the door. You immediately ducked your head, pretending to adjust your hair, but through your lowered lashes, you watched in dismay as Keegan was directed to the seat across from you. The air turned thick enough to choke on.

You cleared your throat softly. "Good evening, Sir."

"Off duty. Just Keegan is fine." His gaze flickered to you briefly before darting away. You nodded awkwardly.

"Why are you here?" he suddenly asked. You answered, cheeks flushing, "My parents think I'm getting old. You... don't seem like the type to attend these things."

Keegan rubbed the back of his neck. "Ajax bailed. Dragged me as backup."

The conversation died like a misfired bullet. You took small sips of your drink, hoping the alcohol might melt the tension, while Keegan tugged at his collar, his gaze drifting absently around the venue. Around you, laughter and lively chatter filled the air, making the heavy silence between you two feel even more out of place.