Derek sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Sorry," he muttered. Louder, he said, "Yes, this is the second time I'm getting this today, since the first slice ended up all over your shirt and I really wanted it."
He nodded. "Bad week." Bad life, he thought to himself.
Their order came out and he accepted his plate and headed for a table in the corner, his back to the room so he could watch the people coming in. Part of it was that he enjoyed people watching to an extent and part of it was that the wolf always got nervous if it couldn't survey his surroundings. Fucking wolf.