"Nope," she replies, popping the p quietly, since they're in a formal setting. "Not screwing it up at all. Trust me-" She leans in, like she's letting him in on a secret. "-I'd know. While I am in no way a screw-up, I do screw things up a lot."

When he squeezes her hand, Felicity lets out a quiet, breathy laugh, but her expression changes from nodding silently to oh my gosh Derek pretty quickly.

"Way to lay on the guilt reeeeal thick there," she jokes, as the final notes are played. "Well, when I start texting every morning for a personal training session, just remember — you asked for it."