Derek lifts his eyebrows, shaking his head. "No, definitely not in your imagination," he assures her, because yeah. That's kind of a hard smell to miss and that's not a good thing. Especially when one is wearing it.

She takes his hand and starts running and well, he guesses that is that. It's more important to be on time than it is to flirt. He'll just have to catch up with her later, he guesses. For now, they've just made it back under the wire and Derek settles into another empty chair. Day one...

Here goes nothing.