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hope is a dangerous thing
MYSTIC GRILL @ 4? PLEASE?
Athena frowned at the text on her phone from Stefan, her anger from that morning immediately rising once more. Realistically, she wasn't worried about Damon's well-being, she was just mad at Stefan for bending and breaking his back just because he didn't want to accept that Damon wasn't going to stop being a nuisance.
And whether or not he liked it, Stefan was a vampire. He'd had nearly two hundred years to come to terms with it, but it seemed that at every turn he was refusing another aspect of it and hating his brother for not doing the same.
It made Athena mad because she liked Damon, murderous tendencies and all. He was a prick to you no matter who you were, and she knew he could never pass judgment on her which is why she felt so comfortable around him.
Athena rolled her eyes and pulled her keys from the ignition, glaring up at the boarding house. She sent Stefan a reluctant agreement in reply before she dropped her phone in the cupholder and got out of her car. She headed towards the door, knocking on it hard enough so it'd echo through the large house.
A few minutes later, the door swung open and she plastered a polite smile at the unfamiliar face behind the door. The older man smiled at her, though she could see the confusion in his eyes. "Can I help you?"
She rocked back on her heels, shrugging slightly. "I was wondering if Damon was here. He hasn't texted me back in a few days and I was starting to get worried."
The man's eyebrows furrowed and she briefly looked over his shoulder through the house, hoping to see a glimpse of Damon walking around. She stifled her frown when she saw nothing, keeping her polite smile plastered on as she met the man's gaze again. "Uh, how do you know Damon?"
"Oh!" She faked enthusiasm, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "We met at Charlie's in town, I work there part-time and he came in a few weeks ago for a coffee. We got to talking and exchanged numbers, we've actually gotten really close."
If possible, the man grew more confused, though he seemed somewhat surprised at her fib. She could agree, silently, that it wasn't very plausible that Damon interacted with a human longer than it took to drain them dry.
"What's your name?"
"Katie," She lied easily, biting back the urge to stop smiling. The muscles in her face were tired, she truly couldn't remember the last time she smiled for this long. Bashfully, she tucked her hair behind her ear. "I don't know if he's mentioned me. I'm not sure who you are, for that matter."
"I'm Zach, his, uh, his uncle," The man pointed to himself, and she mentally rolled her eyes. "And, no, I don't think he's said anything about you, sorry."
