He's not wrong, of course. I didn't eat anything on break, but I still don't feel particularly hungry.

Somehow I know he's not going to let me off the hook so easily though so I nod. "Okay," I tell him and then take a breath. Another hour or so of pretending to be okay won't kill me. And, well... I guess in some ways, I'm sort of a masochist. This isn't the first time I've liked someone completely unattainable; it's just the first time I've ever liked someone this much. Someone I'd even consider my best friend. Spending time with Derek is just as wonderful as it is painful.

I take another drink of my beer, closer to guzzling this time, and then slip out of the booth. With any luck, I'll be able to feel it soon. I paste on the best smile I can manage. "Far it be for me to turn down Derek Hale's fine cooking."