"I really don't," Derek says with a chuckle, because if there's one thing he isn't, it's a player. He flirts aimlessly at times, but the few casual encounters he's had in Darrow have always been instigated by the other person. "But I'm a cook and my partner sells baked goods out of our food truck, so I have to think that making cinnamon rolls is at least a little interesting."

He leans against the bar and looks at her, one brow quirked curiously. "So, how did you know that this wasn't a normal bar?"