You stand in the kitchen acting like you’re going to buy something and waiting on the employee.

“Damn, what’s someone like you doing in this shitty town? Victoria Secret lost an angel,” Keegan walks up and smirks, looking you up and down within the confinement of your home.

It was his idea to make a mock scenario of you getting hit on in public without him around to see what you would do. The both of you stifling laughter already.