Scott's Question for Derek
Scott sat on the stool in Derek's garage, flicking through his chemistry book.
"Hey Derek?"
Derek looked up from working on his car, his head tilted in concern. "What's up?"
"How – How'd you know you, ya know, met your mate?" Scott mentally pushed down the blush he could feel warming his cheeks.
Derek chuckled, walking over to Scott and patting his shoulder. "Um, it can be hard to explain in dictionary words how it works but if I had to explain it… I'd say it's like, before her, everything is blurry. But once you see her, nothing will be clearer."