Derek smiles naturally, his other hand hanging casually near his hidden Glock. “The pleasure is mine. Winter always speaks so highly of the infamous Devon. However, the lady you are with, Natalia was it?, she seems to be new.” Derek’s smile tightens slightly when he sees Kerian and the way Winter looks at him. “Derek Simmons, a pleasure,” he offers Kerian a hand. 

Winter smiles at Kerian and Derek then follows Nat away from the men. “Yes?”