"Casey, would you pass the butter?"

Casey immediately looked up at him and then at the butter dish that was to the left of her plate. She picked it up with her left hand and held it out in front of her. Derek reached out to grab it. His fingers touched hers and she quickly let go and pulled her hand back. Derek didn't have a grip on it and the butter dish fell to the table, spilling the contents of Derek's glass onto the table as the butter went flying onto his plate.

Casey's mouth hung open at what she had just done. "I-I'm sorry," she said quickly and she waited for the names and the complaints about his sopping wet turkey or buttery french fries.

Derek shrugged. "It's alright," he replied without a single drop of sarcasm or a look that contradicted his words. He picked up his napkin and soaked up the soda with it.

He didn't bring it up for the rest of the night, even when she accidentally turned the channel during his hockey game at the end of the third period.


I know it's short, but I don't see the need in making it really long and drawn out, I hate that. Anyways, not the next chapter, but the fourth chapter is longer. So please don't ask me to make them longer.

I'm pleased with this story so far, and I'm glad you guys seem to enjoy it as well. It makes me happy. Thanks for your awesome reviews, they make my day.