"Oh," I reply, glancing down at the glass and then back up at Derek. His expression is as kind as ever and I feel some of the anxiety in my gut unwind as I reach for one of the glasses, taking a careful sip.
Swallowing, I lick my lips, holding the glass. I don't sit down yet; I have no idea how long Derek wants to spend here and I still feel nervous in a way I usually don't around Derek. I know he can probably smell it on me too, but I don't know what to do about that.
"This is pretty good," I say then, looking down at my glass. It's just for something to say, really, but it's also not a lie."
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"Oh," I reply, glancing down at the glass and then back up at Derek. His expression is as kind as ever and I feel some of the anxiety in my gut unwind as I reach for one of the glasses, taking a careful sip.
Swallowing, I lick my lips, holding the glass. I don't sit down yet; I have no idea how long Derek wants to spend here and I still feel nervous in a way I usually don't around Derek. I know he can probably smell it on me too, but I don't know what to do about that.
"This is pretty good," I say then, looking down at my glass. It's just for something to say, really, but it's also not a lie."