Of all the places to be that night, of course she was at Derek's doing what was supposed to be a quick favor for Scott. She should've learned by now that nothing is a "quick" favor when it's for Scott, because something always throws a wrench in the gears. As far as she was concerned, she could have just gone back home, because it was could just be something normal. It could've just been a squirrel in a generator, for all she knew, but it was Beacon Hills and nothing was ever that easy. She lived all the way across town and there were too many traffic lights that would've been out to make it a safe trip, so when Scott told her to stay put, as much as she didn't want to, she grudgingly agreed because she might as well.
Lydia wasn't prepared for a power outage. Dressed in a black tank top with a coral-colored cardigan and a floral skirt, she'd expected to be in and out and back in her own home within half an hour and she hadn't expected for the heat to fall away from the loft as quickly as it did, when she realized she couldn't go, but of course it did because Derek didn't have any freaking furniture; it was just a huge, open space with no carpet and nothing to absorb and hold in the heat from being sapped away through the little drafts in the wall of windows.
Hugging herself to keep warm as she shuffled back and forth from one foot to the other in an attempt to ignore the goosebumps rising on her bare legs, she looked up when Derek spoke and shrugged a little. "Whatever, I guess. Do you have any green tea or anything?"