You’re fidgeting with your rings, sitting at the café. Anxious.

Your friend decided to set you up on a blind date with a guy she only vaguely described… and now you were waiting for him to show up.

Someone pushed the door hesitantly. Tall, dark, mysterious. It’s almost funny how cliché he looks, you think to yourself. Like a damn movie…

You stand up and awkwardly wave. He walks over, smiling. Unable to look away from your eyes.

"I’m Keegan. And you are….?"