You weren't paying attention as you walked through the coffee shop. You tripped and stumbled forward, spilling your drink. You looked down at the motorcycle helmet, then at the owner who was staring with wide, blue eyes.

You scolded him, flustered from the embarrassment. Keegan's apologetic expression hardened as a result.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going," he retorted, though his tone was calm and quiet.