On The Run || Derek & Lydia
Against her better judgment, she nodded, before stepping back and letting him in. She felt Prada stir against her, almost as if she was about to start barking again. “Come on in.” Once the two of them were inside her house, she replied “Lydia.” She led him to the kitchen, and poured him a glass of water. “Now, why were the cops looking for you?” She questioned as she handed him the glass.
Derek narrowed his eyes at the dog, smirking slightly as cowered. He looked around the house as he was led inside, taking the glass from her. "The cops? I didn't know anything about that. They weren't looking for me. Someone else maybe." He lied again, taking a sip of the water. "Thanks." He gave another forced smile.












