Derek has been watching you from across the room, hungry. His appetite began to boil from the moment he watched you enter. The party was loud, deafening even, but that didn't stray his attention from you.

He had to have you. It wasn't a want, but a need.

Approaching you from behind at the bar as you attempt to catch the attention of the staff, Derek places his hand on the small of your back. "Let me." He flashes a grin, holding his hand up and easily catching the bartenders eye.

For now, he keeps his more intense thoughts at bay, focusing on the moment and the conversation ahead.