Annie started as if she'd done something wrong, looking over at Keller like he'd just appeared out of nowhere, because, well, he had. "Hi. Um. No, it's fine. We were just talking. He's never heard of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. How're you?"
She moved over for him to sit down, just praying he wasn't pissed or what - wait. He'd called her babe. And "my girl." Well, his girl.
Shit, he better not be mad at her. "Keller Cheevy, this is -" Shit! What was the blond's name? Shit!