Derek lets his truck roll to a stop at the curb in front of the house. He checks the dashboard clock - 3:15. Maybe he had overestimated the amount of time his vertebral diffusion would take... but if he was honest with himself, the idea of surprising Mer in the midst of cooking, of all things, was too much to resist. He grabs the bottle of Shiraz and the bakery box from his front seat - Mer's favorite cappuccino cheesecake inside - and heads up to the front door. None of the other interns appear to be home, but he knocks anyway, sensitive to her roommates' need for privacy, since he wasn't officially "living with" Meredith.
Current Mood: mischievous