Re: Derek, Maddy, John, and Open - Group Table (The Other End)
"Pssst. Maddy. Stop staring."
Derek reached under the table with his foot and tried to find hers, nudging with the toe of his Doc Marten. When he realized the foot was bigger than he remembered Maddy's being, he immediately withdrew his. "Oops. Sorry, John." He looked down and realized at some point his orange juice had been refilled and he took a long sip to paper over the awkwardness. "I have a question. Why didn't you just tell her that you weren't gonna...you know? Deplete the reserves?" He strategically avoided direct eye contact with his romantic interest as he made this inquiry.