Derek inclined his head slightly towards her and resumed looking out at the crowd.
"It's an average party," he surmised, intentionally making his voice a little deeper. Was that mean of him? Well, he'd already broken his promise to not talk to her, but theoretically it wasn't "Derek Dobbs," right? At least, that she knew of. It was... a stranger. A nice stranger. "I've been to better."
Well, maybe not that nice. But he'd only be unpleasant for just a little while longer. Just to vent a little frustration.
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