"Deal," Derek says with a laugh, folding the jacket over his arm and motioning for Biffy to wait as he goes to purchase it. His formal wardrobe has certainly grown over his five years here, but getting something new for his restaurant opening couldn't hurt. Once the jacket is paid for and safely put away in a garment bag, he slings it over one shoulder and meets Biffy by the door. "Did you eat yet? We could get lunch."