The warm smell of cinnamon and sugar wraps around him like a familiar embrace the moment he steps in. Though, in all honesty, it's the sight of you that really draws him in.

He leans against the counter, piercing eyes tracking your every move as you prepare orders for the stream of customers. You catch his gaze, offering a soft smile that, for some reason, always leaves him feeling more and more exposed with each visit.

"You’re back," you say, sliding a loaf of bread into a paper bag for another customer.

Keegan shrugs, his voice low and even. "Told you the other day—you’ve got the best coffee in town."

He's not here for the coffee.

"And the best donuts, too," he adds as an afterthought, seeing your quirked-up brow and a gentle smile.

He's not here for the donuts either.