<strong>Derek /  Evelyn</strong><br/><br/>Derek stood in his room for a moment, seemingly cross as he bit the corner of his lip. "Well, that could've definitely gone better. Good job Derek. Ahh, tabarnac." He sighed to himself, 'his roots' getting into his sentences. He wasn't very content with himself, even though he was rethinking of what different ways he could have done an entrance and saw much better options. "Glass of water?" Derek suggested as he took a few steps towards the room's bathroom. He had placed a plastic cup there in case of a urgent need of water, something he felt often when he smoked.