In spite of himself, Derek can't help laughing at that comment. "Yeah I feel like that sort of contradicts the whole point of sneaking out, doesn't it?" he asks with a smirk.
When Lucy hops off her stool, Derek sets a twenty dollar bill on the bar and tells the bartender to keep it — it more than covers their drinks — and he gets to his feet, too.
"Awesome, me either," he says and grins a little, a laugh escaping him a little unexpectedly as her fingers wiggle in an effort, he assumes, to get him to take her hand. It isn't like she needs to ask him twice. Derek takes her smaller hand in his much larger one and gives it a little squeeze as he starts toward the door.
"The only problem is that I don't know this town well enough to have picked a place," he says sheepishly. "So your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find the best place in town and direct me there. Make sure it's impressive, now," he says. "I really like this girl and I kinda want her to like me back, so it's gotta be a really great place."
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When Lucy hops off her stool, Derek sets a twenty dollar bill on the bar and tells the bartender to keep it — it more than covers their drinks — and he gets to his feet, too.
"Awesome, me either," he says and grins a little, a laugh escaping him a little unexpectedly as her fingers wiggle in an effort, he assumes, to get him to take her hand. It isn't like she needs to ask him twice. Derek takes her smaller hand in his much larger one and gives it a little squeeze as he starts toward the door.
"The only problem is that I don't know this town well enough to have picked a place," he says sheepishly. "So your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find the best place in town and direct me there. Make sure it's impressive, now," he says. "I really like this girl and I kinda want her to like me back, so it's gotta be a really great place."