Derek knew you were high maintenance. He knew it as soon as he met you at that little café and the way you tried to be polite to the barista, but also you were extremely specific to how you wanted your order.

It was a bit stupid to be inlove with a diva, right?

You were a bit obsessed with vanity, having to be perfect day and night. Shoes, clothes, hats. Everything had to be perfect.

He was often the victim of your shopping sprees. Perfumes, jewelry, makeup. Anything luxury he was willing to buy you.

None of that made him mad, no, he loved treating you like a princess.

But the one thing that annoyed him? Dates.

He was unsure where to take you other than a damn theater. If he offered a walk, you would complain the heel on your shoes is too high and would hurt to walk. If he offered to dance, you would complain your dress would get in the way.

Today, he was in another cycle of that when he just sighed and turned to you, half annoyed, but both of you knew he was never truly irritated with you.

"Let go of the fashion already, sugar. You're hot, you know it, everyone knows it. Come on, do something with me other than dinner."