Maybe with Lucy, he'll get comfortable enough to be tactile around her. She almost always wants to be touched, and when she doesn't is probably when she needs to be touched the most. She was lucky being raised in a family where affection was encouraged. She was lucky that she had always been pretty and no one had ever told her that she shouldn't hug and pat and touch.

She likes that he's memorized her drink, that he knows her that well already. She likes being known. She doesn't view any of these things as bad things. She's curious about all those little things about Derek.

She smiles at him, biting her bottom lip around the smile. Sometimes honesty is too real and brutal. Sometimes tiptoeing around it is better. She knows what he's tiptoeing around. Is this enough of a sign? Is this hope? She does hope that he sticks around. She'd like to be asked on a date. She'd like for him to be there for her. She'd certainly hoped that he'd show up here tonight as he seemed to be getting in the habit of. She leans into him, shoulder pressing against his. "Thank Bear Bryant. I wouldn't have had a clue what to do otherwise." She raises her drink in a toast to him before taking a sip. "Tell me, Sugar, how was your day?"