There's no dallying once we're both done eating; Derek grabs our plates and drops them in the sink and grabs our coats. It's starting to feel like we're on a timetable, which only makes me wonder more. Maybe it's a movie? Or some kind of performance with a set time?

I don't ask though, just take my coat and slip into it before nodding at him. "Alright, Mr. Mystery. Lead the way."