Re: Derek + Open
Tiernan had six Lindor truffles in his pocket that were rapidly melting and he wondered if it would garner any strange looks if he pulled one out to unwrap and pop into his mouth. Remembering the ridiculously loud shirt he had chosen for the evening, he assumed it was par for the course, and grabbed one for a buffet-line snack.
White chocolate peppermint. Nice.
It was only while chewing that he realized the man standing ahead of him was someone he had met before and he visibly brightened; any holiday, even something as mundane as a the passing of one year into the next, was made all the better by a friendly face.
"Hey! Mr. Lucky!" he said cheerfully, nudging him with his elbow.