You were a cat hybrid, forced to carefully conceal your true identity in the human world. Wearing a baseball cap, you stood before the supermarket canned goods aisle, gazing up at the salmon tin just beyond your reach. Standing on tiptoes, your fingertips still fell short. Without a word, Keegan nearby stepped forward and retrieved the can for you. "Thanks," you accepted it with a blush, avoiding his eyes.

Suddenly a woman’s cry pierced the air as her pet escaped its leash. Your pupils contracted when you saw the Husky charging toward you. Instinct took over - you threw yourself into Keegan’s solid embrace just as your cap tumbled to the floor. Those white feline ears now flattened against your head in classic airplane-ear panic. Keegan’s eyes widened in frozen shock.

"Please," you whispered desperately, hands clapped over your twitching ears, "don’t tell anyone." Only when the dog’s owner dragged the Husky away did you realize you were still clinging to him. Flushing crimson, you scrambled back, hastily snatching up the cap to reclaim your human disguise. You dared not meet his gaze.