Of all the things he had said to her, the look on her face when he said her name was probably the greatest. But Derek was actually slightly panicked because he wasn't sure what kind of Derek that was. Did she know him? Meredith... that name was familiar, but not familiar in the right kind of sense. Her face was familiar too, but not overly so. There were lots of people that had those features that just made them familiar, right?
"There's no need to say my name like it's some kind of filthy cuss," he said, shelving his momentary worry and plainly enjoying this frazzled state. She was one of the few girls who still managed to be adorable when she was close to tearing out her hair. "And no, I am not joking about my name being Derek."
Christ, but this was a hideously colored robe.
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