Katie Holt was a spitfire on a good day and terrifying on the bad ones. That alone makes him nervous enough, but he knew what was causing his feet to act like they were glued to the pavement was the particular person he had to interact with. It had been a long time since he'd left his apartment for the sole reason of interacting with other people. It was nearly closing time when Keith finally stood outside of the hybrid shelter, fidgeting with his hood so it covered as much of his face as possible.
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