““Morning,” Derrick called as Janelle stepped off the bus. Janelle turned. “Oh ... umm ... hi.” She shook her head. “Were you waiting for me?” Derrick shrugged, handing her a cup of Dunkin’. “I figured since you didn’t have time to have coffee with me, I’d bring it to you.” He took a pull off his water bottle. She rested her hands on her hips. “Well, where’s yours? How can we have coffee together if you already drank yours?” “Oh, I don’t drink coffee.” She laughed. “You’re a bit odd, Derrick.” He smiled in response. “So I’ve been told.””
