Derek prowls inside. Leather jacket, button up shirt with a loose collar,  even sunglasses in doors. He didn't know he was looking for anything. And he especially didn't know he was looking for you.

The search is called off when he spots you. His eyes land on your wide, yet soft smile. A secret cigarette in your hand, but taking sips of your drink in the other. Your laughs and soft breaths echoed, even throughout the loud club.

But then your eyes meet.

Your eyes inviting and calm. Saying 'come on, come on, come on.' Even the loud party music didn't stop him from translating the unheard words of your eyes.

Of course he does as your eyes tell him, not so much prowling anymore, he had more of a happy bounce. What could become of this?

He feels his blood rush, the thoughts of everything that could come from you and him. The look of love.