Nope

You remove the dumbbell from its resting place and it nearly slams into your chest. You push with all your might to lift it, but it doesn't even move. You resist the urge to panic as you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of Tori. But your feeble squirming has already taken care of that. She tries to help you lift it but your combined strength still isn't enough. Suddenly you see 2 muscular arms reaching in and lifting the dumbbell off of you like it was nothing. You sit up and face your savior. To no one's surprise it's Derek.

"Oh my god, thank you so much!" Tori cheers. She gives Derek a big hug.

"Don't mention it," He smirks.

"Oh, right you're the guy from the coffee shop."

"Yeah. You can call me Derek. It's a lot shorter than 'guy from the coffee shop'. Well, I'll let you tend to your boyfriend," Derek says feigning ignorance.

"Oh, Adam isn't my boyfriend. We are just friends."

"I see. Well regardless, I was thinking since we got off on the wrong foot, Adam and you might like to swing by my place sometime this week? Just as a way to show you both I've changed and I don't want any bad blood," Derek says.

Tori looks at you for a moment then back to Derek, "We'll think about it. Thank you."

"Awesome. I don't suppose I could get your number? That way I'd know if and when to prepare for guests."

"Yeah. I suppose that'd be alright." Tori replies.

They exchange numbers and part ways. Tori makes sure you're ok and the two of you end up leaving right after.