7pm.
Damon’s phone rang, while Katherine was standing successivo to him, her hair straight. Bonnie had called Elena to go to The Grill to ‘have a drink’.
“Yes?” Damon detto smooth.
“Damon?” Caroline asked.
“No, the pope” Damon sarcastically replied. Caroline sighed. “You’re sooo funny! Anyways, are te busy now?”
“Ehm, depends, why?” Damon asked.
“I might have a little something in store for you” Caroline detto mischievous.
“Oh oh, should I worry?” Damon asked. Caroline laughed. “No, not at all” she reassured him. “It involves my house, dinner, you, Elena…You get my point?”
“Elena wants to meet me? Why didn’t she ask me? She practically lives here” Damon asked, pretending to be suspicious. Just saying ‘Okay, I’ll be right there’ would be a little weird, especially with Damon and his trust issues.
“She feels guilty. She feels like cheating on Stefan. That’s why I suggested to do it at my place. You’ll be alone” Caroline explained.
“Okay, then” Damon said. “Ehm, can te tell Elena I’ll be there in an hour? There’s some things I have to do first”
“Right, dress up, buy some flowers, I totally get it” Caroline said. She ended the conversation.
“Caroline’s right” Damon said. He looked at Katherine. “She’s a terrible liar”