While I was opening my door Derek ran out of his and raced around the car to widen the door.
"Thanks…" I questioned.
"No problem." He turned a scarlet colour and ran off to the door.
This was bizarre. I followed him in the Italian eatery and sat at an empty booth, while Derek ordered at the counter.
"So…" Derek looked down at the red table top.
"Yeah." I responded, I was used to Emily saying 'so' to start a question.
"Umm… well I was just going to see if you could think of anything to talk about." He replied playing with his fingers.
"Oh well have you finished that assignment?" I asked and moved closer to him because the table behind us was filled with two crying babies.
"No…" He laughed like it was obvious.
"I did already." I said moving a tiny bit over, I didn't like seven-year-olds pulling my hair.
"Hmmm…." Derek hummed, he moved over as well.
For the first time I felt an actual connection between Derek and I, I had always found him attractive but I never considered him as a 'crush'.
My purse fell as I inched over a bit more.
"Here I'll get it." Derek reached under the table and pulled it up. I grabbed it and knew that my notebook had fallen out.
"Oh here I'll get my notebook." I reached down but he was to fast and grabbed it.
"What…?" He had picked it up backwards, just my luck.
"Umm… it's Em's." I said retrieving it.
"Emily has square writing I was her French partner remember, and you have this circle writing." He was putting one and one together.
"It's not what you think!" I exclaimed shoving the notes into my overflowing purse.
"Then what is it?" He asked starring me down, it wasn't fair he had brown eyes the colour that pressured me into anything. I let out a whimper.