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She lets him open the door for her, then accepts his hand and lets him help her out of the car. She has been accustomed to his chivalrous acts now; no longer scrunching her nose like she used to do all those days ago, as she found his gestures to be corny and tacky. Now she finds herself starting to get used to the way he's treating her, that she barely finds his presence to be an anomaly. It scares her, really, when she thinks about it. She's scared that one day she would start to sees him so differently and she would start to think that he's less and less of an evil.
His hand is on her back as she walks down the small pathway, the sound of her heels echoing in the open. The thought of swatting his hand away never once crosses her mind, and she starts to wonder when did she becomes so welcoming to his touch. She even had linked her arm with his during their walk around the Lockwood property this evening, voluntarily. They talked and they laughed, and he carefully listened to everything she had to say. She had forgotten that she was actually distracting him. It frightens her how it's starting to feel like he's the one that's distracting her.
She comes to a stop when they reach her porch, turning around to face him. She can picture the imaginative wheels in her brain starting to spin uncontrollably, as she thinks hard to come up with something to say to him. 'This is it,' she thinks. This is the time where she should say good night to him, telling him how she had a lovely time, cue the sheepish smiles and all that jazz. This morning she thought she would be telling a lie when she tells him that she enjoyed their date, but now she finds herself not having to lie at all.
"I had a really nice time, Klaus," she hesitated, looking up to meet his gaze as she bit the inside of her bottom lip.
"As did I."
He steps closer to her, and she freaks out inside. For a moment she thinks that he's going to kiss her. But it never comes, and she silently sighs in relief. Instead, he takes her hand again, bows down, and brings it to his lips. He presses a gentle kiss on her palm, and she can feel the jolt it sends to her whole body.
"Maybe next time we can go to the movies as you suggested yesterday?"
She sneers, rolling her eyes at his hopeful tone. "Don't get your hopes up."
He smiles and chooses to ignore her rejection. "Good night, Caroline."
She doesn't reply. She simply smiles, turning on her heels and walks away from him, just like what she did yesterday. He watches her until she disappears into her house, smiling to himself.
She hears his car engine being started as she climbs the stairs to her room.
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Fin.
A/N: So yeah. At first, I intended to make this a drabble, but apparently I'm not as skilled as I thought. Seems like I'm still not able to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space, then. Anyways, I hope you all liked this one. Don't forget to shoot me your thoughts and tell me what you think ;)