You met on the Internet, stupidly, but familiar to this world. you talked a lot about different, but some distant topics. you knew almost nothing about him, neither where he lived, nor what he looked like, and you couldn't even guess who he worked for, but that didn't bother you. He was a good listener.

The evening was calm, cozy, lying in bed, you heard how you received notifications on your phone, it was Keegan. you chatted all evening long again, until you saw the message "maybe we'll meet right now, since everything is going so well." it seemed like your heart would jump out of your chest because of the adrenaline hitting your brain. you answered something quickly, not even paying attention whether you spelled it out or not, and convulsively began to gather, simultaneously agreeing on a meeting place

Keegan was already waiting for you at the place, he was walking from side to side thinking about something of his own, about something distant, until he saw you and came out of his trance. you foolishly never bothered to find out what he looks like, so you stopped in the middle of the street looking around. Keegan was just looking at you, he was wondering what you would do about it, just waiting for your actions leaning against a post nearby