The knock bristled again on the dark brown wooden door.

Emma squared her shoulders, and walked to the door, all the while wondering who could be at her door by this time of the night.

When she opened the door, she gasped a little as she found who was standing in front of her.

Derek.

"Hey..." She finally muttered, breaking the silence between them. He had just been staring at her, his forehead marred with straight lines of thoughts.

What was he ...