7pm.
Damon’s phone rang, while Katherine was standing siguiente to him, her hair straight. Bonnie had called Elena to go to The Grill to ‘have a drink’.
“Yes?” Damon dicho smooth.
“Damon?” Caroline asked.
“No, the pope” Damon sarcastically replied. Caroline sighed. “You’re sooo funny! Anyways, are tu busy now?”
“Ehm, depends, why?” Damon asked.
“I might have a little something in store for you” Caroline dicho 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...
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