Caleb blushes, and he curls up a little to protect himself from her stare. Not like it helps: no matter how much he curls up, he's still six-foot-something, still football-strong.

"Fuck, no, I shouldn't have said anything, it's so embarrassing!" He's laughing, though, and he peers at her from between his fingers. "I guess it's a thing the city just does? Like, my friend Rosie told me it just happens sometimes."