Here’s the thing about Derek Hanson. I’ve known him since high school, and one of the things I know most about him is that he never steps out of his comfort zone. Ever. He wears the same white Fruit of the Loom undershirt under all his dress shirts. He listens to the same three playlists over and over again: the Harry Potter soundtracks, the Star Wars soundtracks, and The Best of Dolly Parton. He knows numbers; he liked them growing up, therefore, he became an accountant. Anything that steps outside what he knows, what he finds to be comfortable, he doesn’t dare touch.

So understanding my intentions behind helping Scottie out? They’re beyond him.

He also doesn’t quite understand what it’s like to feel bored.

He likes a routine. He has said time and time again, he wishes his life were just as regimented as mine, whereas I wish that I had more spontaneity.

And sure, I have the money to be spontaneous, but I don’t want to use my money like that. I want more life experiences…and convincing and lying through my teeth is one of them.

“There’s nothing bad about it. Seems like fun to me.”

Derek shakes his head. “If Denise wasn’t so crazy stressed right now, I’d ask her what the hell she was thinking by allowing this to happen, but I’m sure she’ll bite my head off if I do.”

“Yeah, I’d stay away.” I shove a big piece of cake in my mouth.

Derek watches me chew for a few seconds and then says, “Breakfast cheat?”

I swallow and then nod. “Yeah, been eyeing it all week.”

“Good?”

“Slightly dry.”

“That sucks.”

“Eh, you live and you learn.” I pop another piece in my mouth and then stand up. “I should get going. I don’t want to be late for my wife.”

Derek rolls his eyes and then stands as well. “Dude, please.”

I chuckle. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m getting into character.”

“I knew you taking improv classes was going to be idiotic.”

“Idiotic?” I scoff and adjust my beanie on my head. “Derek, I’m saving lives out here with my improv skills.”

“Yeah, really saving lives.” He lifts his coffee in my direction. “Thanks for the drink. Sorry I was late. Same time next week?”

“Yup.” I pick up the rest of my coffee cake to eat on my short walk and then head toward the door.