She gave him an innocent smile. "Derrick's here." Derrick cleared his throat. "I just wanted to check and make sure you two were settling okay. You are, I take it?"
"Well, I have some news. Apparently, your old apartment was broken into last night. Lots of people, by the looks of it. Completely trashed the place looking for signs of you two."
"I don't like to think what would have happened if you two had been there. Call me if you guys have any questions, alright?"
He pursed his lips before turning away. "By the way," he said, calling over his shoulder as he headed down the path. "Nice sheet."
She leaned against the wall to support herself, laughing deeply. "Oh... my... God. That was the best thing I've ever done."
"I'm never forgiving you," he muttered, turning to go the other room. "You can forget ever sleeping in the same bed as me."
"Francis, baby," she cooed, following him and taking his hand cheerfully. "Think of it as a test of your friendship."
"You're so cute when you're flustered," she teased, kissing his cheek. "You should go back to bed, though. You're sick."
