Klaus paced up and down, and then looked at the note again. He hated to get worked up over nothing, but this absolutely had the potential to be something. He'd already read the note a hundred times. He had practically memorized it.

Klaus

Meet me at Coquette tonight at 8:30

-C

Of course, there was the possibility that it was a trap of some kind. The witches were relentless in their hatred of him, so he wouldn't really be surprised. There was also the possibility that it was Camille, though it didn't match her handwriting. And there was also the slightest possibility that it was her.

Klaus dressed in his finest suit (just to be safe), and checked himself in the mirror. He made sure that his hair was perfect, and straightened his bowtie. Even if he was walking into a trap he may as well look fabulous doing it.

He was far too impatient to wait any longer so he left early for the restaurant. It wasn't far. He glanced around the area but didn't see any suspicious activity. He went inside to look around and immediately felt an icy chill go through him. Sitting at one of the tables was a woman with familiar blonde curls. Her eyes lit up when she saw him and she waved him over excitedly. He could hardly believe it.

"I see you changed your mind about New Orleans, love," he said, smirking at her as he sat down across from her.

"I haven't decided yet," Caroline explained, "I'm checking out a few schools around here. But if I like it I might stay."

"Such a tease," he mused, never taking his eyes off of her. The waitress came by to get their order. He ordered a scotch for himself and Caroline ordered a strawberry daiquiri, to which he raised his eyebrows.

"So, how's life as the king, or whatever it is you are here?" she asked, ignoring his disapproval of her drink choice.

"Oh, it's perfectly exhausting as always," he replied truthfully. He was momentarily distracted by her red dress, but quickly looked back up at her eyes. The waitress set down their drinks in front of them, and Klaus took a drink of the scotch. He watched amusedly as Caroline sipped her daiquiri.

"You know," he said, "we could always get out of here and find something better to drink."

"No way!" Caroline exclaimed, "This daiquiri is delicious!"

"I wasn't talking about alcohol, love."

"Klaus!" Caroline exclaimed, then dropped her voice to a hushed whisper as she continued, "I don't do that anymore! Blood bags only!"

"Which was exactly my suggestion," he said innocently, "You didn't let me finish."

"I'm sure it was," Caroline said, not convinced.

"Do you have a place to stay while you're here?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I do, actually," she said proudly.

"Well if the accommodations don't suit you, you're more than welcome to stay with me. I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't please me greatly."

"I'm going to stay where I am for now, but thanks for the offer."

Klaus couldn't help but be a bit irritated. He had hoped for a more dramatic reunion between the two of them. In his mind he had always envisioned her running to him while holding up the bottom of a long ball gown and then falling into his arms. She would make a grand confession of her love and pledge herself to him for all eternity and then he would rip her dress off and kiss every inch of her, and they would make passionate love right there in the street, with her screaming his name loud enough to wake everyone in New Orleans.

Of course, that was just a fantasy, he reminded himself. But he couldn't help but feel he had been cheated. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and looked back to Caroline.

"So this is it then?" he asked, "Just drinks at a restaurant?"

"What do mean 'this is it'? I thought you'd be happy to see me!" she said indignantly.

"Oh, I am. I had just hoped that you came back for other reasons than school," he admitted.

"Well I did want to see you too. But what happened in the woods was, like, a one time thing. So don't get any ideas."

"I won't," he lied. He had several.