Damon and Elena were in the kitchen, while Jeremy was playing some videogame and Alaric was out.
“Okay, what kind of flavor do tu want? We have chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. Make your pick” Damon said, when he showed the three boxes of pudín, con leche powder. He was making postres for after dinner.
“Ehm… strawberry” Elena said. She moved on her chair and felt something pushing against her leg. She stuck her hand in her pocket and took out her cell phone. She suspiciously looked at it. “What’s this?” she asked carefully. Damon turned his head and looked at the black, rectangle that was Elena’s phone. “That’s your phone” he said. Elena picked it up and looked at it. Suddenly música came out of it. Elena screamed and threw the phone on the table. “Oh my God, why is it doing that?” she dicho while making some big steps backwards. Damon lay down his spoon and walked to the table. He picked up the phone and looked at the screen. “It’s Stefan…You want to talk to him?” Elena frowned her eyebrows. “I can talk to him through that thing?” Damon nodded. “Yeah, well, tu don’t have to. He can leave a message” he said. He came closer to Elena and handed out the phone. “It’s not going to bite you” he dicho and Elena reluctantly accepted the phone which stopped ringing. “Okay, why did it stop now?” she asked scared. “Stefan must think tu don’t have your phone with you” Damon explained. “Don’t worry, he’ll leave a message”
Elena examined the phone.
“What are tu doing?” Damon asked. “I’m looking for an opening” Elena said. “How can Stefan leave a letter in something this tiny?”
Damon laughed. “No, Elena, he doesn’t put a letter in it. He just says something into the phone and then it goes to your phone and tu can listen to it. tu understand?” he asked with the tone as if he was speaking to a two año old. Elena nodded slowly. She sniffed. “I smell something weird” she dicho after a while. “Shit!” Damon cursed and ran to the cooker, but it was too late. Elena walked to the cooker and put her finger in the pan. She put it in her mouth. “Hmm. So this is how burned leche tastes like” she said. She took the pan with her bare hands and let out a shriek. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” while she jumped up and down and blew her hands, tears in her eyes. “Elena!” Damon said. “You ought to be careful! It’s hot” “Yeah, I know that now!” Elena exclaimed waving her hands. “Put them under the water, quick” Damon commanded and he led her to the tap which he opened. He put her hands under the tap, letting the medium hot water stream. He heard Elena sob and wiped away a tear off her face. “Feeling better?” he softly asked. Elena gave a little nod and turned around. “You’re sweet” she dicho with a small voice. “I like you”
Damon smirked. “You know, I don’t really feel like cooking anymore. What do tu say we go out tonight? Hit some cena, comedor on the road”
“Sounds like fun” Elena willingly gave in.
“Okay, what kind of flavor do tu want? We have chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. Make your pick” Damon said, when he showed the three boxes of pudín, con leche powder. He was making postres for after dinner.
“Ehm… strawberry” Elena said. She moved on her chair and felt something pushing against her leg. She stuck her hand in her pocket and took out her cell phone. She suspiciously looked at it. “What’s this?” she asked carefully. Damon turned his head and looked at the black, rectangle that was Elena’s phone. “That’s your phone” he said. Elena picked it up and looked at it. Suddenly música came out of it. Elena screamed and threw the phone on the table. “Oh my God, why is it doing that?” she dicho while making some big steps backwards. Damon lay down his spoon and walked to the table. He picked up the phone and looked at the screen. “It’s Stefan…You want to talk to him?” Elena frowned her eyebrows. “I can talk to him through that thing?” Damon nodded. “Yeah, well, tu don’t have to. He can leave a message” he said. He came closer to Elena and handed out the phone. “It’s not going to bite you” he dicho and Elena reluctantly accepted the phone which stopped ringing. “Okay, why did it stop now?” she asked scared. “Stefan must think tu don’t have your phone with you” Damon explained. “Don’t worry, he’ll leave a message”
Elena examined the phone.
“What are tu doing?” Damon asked. “I’m looking for an opening” Elena said. “How can Stefan leave a letter in something this tiny?”
Damon laughed. “No, Elena, he doesn’t put a letter in it. He just says something into the phone and then it goes to your phone and tu can listen to it. tu understand?” he asked with the tone as if he was speaking to a two año old. Elena nodded slowly. She sniffed. “I smell something weird” she dicho after a while. “Shit!” Damon cursed and ran to the cooker, but it was too late. Elena walked to the cooker and put her finger in the pan. She put it in her mouth. “Hmm. So this is how burned leche tastes like” she said. She took the pan with her bare hands and let out a shriek. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” while she jumped up and down and blew her hands, tears in her eyes. “Elena!” Damon said. “You ought to be careful! It’s hot” “Yeah, I know that now!” Elena exclaimed waving her hands. “Put them under the water, quick” Damon commanded and he led her to the tap which he opened. He put her hands under the tap, letting the medium hot water stream. He heard Elena sob and wiped away a tear off her face. “Feeling better?” he softly asked. Elena gave a little nod and turned around. “You’re sweet” she dicho with a small voice. “I like you”
Damon smirked. “You know, I don’t really feel like cooking anymore. What do tu say we go out tonight? Hit some cena, comedor on the road”
“Sounds like fun” Elena willingly gave in.
