She’s got a small duffle bag resting over her shoulder as she reaches the top of the steps. Lydia is in town for a long weekend and she’s been looking forward to it all week. She’s tired of dealing with things in Beacon Hills and it’s been far too long since she’s seen Derek. She shifts the coffee in her hand, attempting to balance her bag while grunting. Eventually she reaches out and knocks on the door with elbow. “Der, can you let me in - my hands are full.” She calls out.
@achingrust hit the 💖 for a smol starter













