There was a line up to Tokyo, but Damon and Elena waited patiently for their turn. They were in a hamburger place. While they slowly moved adelante, hacia adelante Damon examined the menu’s on the wall. They had numbers to pick from. “You know what you’re going to pick?” he asked Elena. “Hmm, am I supposed to pick something veggie and healthy?” Elena asked. “Elena” Damon said. “It’s a hamburger place. Not even the air in here is healthy. Pick whatever tu want”
“Yay!” Elena said. “Then I’m going for number 7 and a coke”
“Diet o regular?” Damon asked.
“Regular, duh” Elena dicho a little cocky. “Diet’s for losers”
“You’re right” Damon said.
“Yeah?” the woman behind the escritorio dicho a little rude.
“Can we have a number seven, a number two, a coca cola and a beer. And, Elena, do tu want ketchup with your fries?”
Elena nodded.
“And ketchup” Damon added to his order.
The woman dicho the price, Damon paid it.
“Someone will bring your order to your mesa, tabla in a minute” the woman said. Damon led Elena to a mesa, tabla in a corner where they had a perfect view of the whole place. On a mesa, tabla not so far from theirs there were three rough-looking guys looking their way. One of them threw a kiss at Elena. He was rather skinny, had black hair up until his shoulders and a row of piercings in his left ear. He wore a skinny jeans, boots with heels and a tight T-shirt, sleeves up so everyone could view his tattoo of…
“Is that the graveyard?” Elena asked, squeezing her eyes.
“I think it is” Damon said. “What a loser”
A waitress brought their order and Elena attacked.
“Good stuff?” Damon asked nodding at her hamburger.
“Mm-hm” Elena nodded with a mouth full of meat, vegetables, emparedado, sándwich de and mayonnaise and onions and pickles. She put her finger in her mouth and picked out the pickles. She shivered and swallowed. “You know what?” she dicho and she took her plastic knife. “You get half of mine” she dicho while she cut her hamburger in two. “and I’ll get half of yours” She put the half on Damon’s plate and already halved Damon’s burger before he could say anything.
“Suit yourself” he said. “Be careful, it’s a little spicy”
They looked up when they heard a cough. The loser was standing siguiente to their table. Damon and Elena shared a glance and then Damon looked at the guy. “What? tu want the salt? Take it, it’s yours” he dicho and he shoved the salt to the guy, hoping he now would get lost.
However, the guy had only eyes for Elena. “I saw tu staring at my tattoo and I thought I should give tu a closer look. I took pictures of them and told the tattoo man to make them exactly the same. tu recognize this one?” he asked and pointed at a grave. Elena read the tiny letters and gasped. Damon noticed how tears filled her eyes. He gripped the guy’s arm and looked at it. He soon noted the image of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert’s grave. “You sick fuck” Damon dicho breathing fast. He wanted to get up, but the guy raised his hands. “Okay, I get the message” he said. “I thought tu were curious, but no hard feelings”
He walked back to his friends.
“Are tu alright?” Damon asked. Elena nodded, a little shaky.
“Yay!” Elena said. “Then I’m going for number 7 and a coke”
“Diet o regular?” Damon asked.
“Regular, duh” Elena dicho a little cocky. “Diet’s for losers”
“You’re right” Damon said.
“Yeah?” the woman behind the escritorio dicho a little rude.
“Can we have a number seven, a number two, a coca cola and a beer. And, Elena, do tu want ketchup with your fries?”
Elena nodded.
“And ketchup” Damon added to his order.
The woman dicho the price, Damon paid it.
“Someone will bring your order to your mesa, tabla in a minute” the woman said. Damon led Elena to a mesa, tabla in a corner where they had a perfect view of the whole place. On a mesa, tabla not so far from theirs there were three rough-looking guys looking their way. One of them threw a kiss at Elena. He was rather skinny, had black hair up until his shoulders and a row of piercings in his left ear. He wore a skinny jeans, boots with heels and a tight T-shirt, sleeves up so everyone could view his tattoo of…
“Is that the graveyard?” Elena asked, squeezing her eyes.
“I think it is” Damon said. “What a loser”
A waitress brought their order and Elena attacked.
“Good stuff?” Damon asked nodding at her hamburger.
“Mm-hm” Elena nodded with a mouth full of meat, vegetables, emparedado, sándwich de and mayonnaise and onions and pickles. She put her finger in her mouth and picked out the pickles. She shivered and swallowed. “You know what?” she dicho and she took her plastic knife. “You get half of mine” she dicho while she cut her hamburger in two. “and I’ll get half of yours” She put the half on Damon’s plate and already halved Damon’s burger before he could say anything.
“Suit yourself” he said. “Be careful, it’s a little spicy”
They looked up when they heard a cough. The loser was standing siguiente to their table. Damon and Elena shared a glance and then Damon looked at the guy. “What? tu want the salt? Take it, it’s yours” he dicho and he shoved the salt to the guy, hoping he now would get lost.
However, the guy had only eyes for Elena. “I saw tu staring at my tattoo and I thought I should give tu a closer look. I took pictures of them and told the tattoo man to make them exactly the same. tu recognize this one?” he asked and pointed at a grave. Elena read the tiny letters and gasped. Damon noticed how tears filled her eyes. He gripped the guy’s arm and looked at it. He soon noted the image of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert’s grave. “You sick fuck” Damon dicho breathing fast. He wanted to get up, but the guy raised his hands. “Okay, I get the message” he said. “I thought tu were curious, but no hard feelings”
He walked back to his friends.
“Are tu alright?” Damon asked. Elena nodded, a little shaky.
