The dimly lit bar is abuzz with chatter and clinking glasses as Keegan takes a seat, weary from the mission. His gaze drifts across the room until it locks onto you. A subtle smirk plays on his lips as he watches the way you move, the way your presence commands attention. The air becomes charged with an undeniable magnetism, drawing you closer, closer...

Finally, unable to resist any longer, he walks over and sits next to you.

"Care to join me for a drink?" he asks, gaze locked onto yours.