Damon grimaced.
Never in 156… was it 158 years - he has definitely lost track - did he ever think he would have a problem with this.
Yet here he was at the florist trying to find the "right" bouquet for Elena. It was her birthday after all and what sort of a fop would he be, if he didn't show up with anything? He guessed that Stephan would be giving her something meaningful. Perhaps, he's probably gotten help from Bonnie and Caroline. Or Jenna or Jeremy.
Bonnie and Caroline were throwing her a party and would definitely give their most disapproving looks he if he came up empty handed. Yea yea, let them try that, he can break their necks in a second. SNAP. A second. Just like that.
He smiled at that – until realization hit him.
No, far too difficult for that now – Bonnie could give him one of those annoying splitting headaches to last a lifetime (believe me, Damon is counting years in a lifetime) and Caroline a.k.a. Baby Vamp could give a run for his money… Oh please let Stephan's habitual animal blood drinking be her diet as well! He thought about it for awhile and smirked. Baby Vamp probably doesn't have a choice on her diet when St Stephen is helping out her transition. Poor Baby Vamp!
Now, he needs to focus at the problem at hand.
Legs apart, hands in his pockets, he peered at the display before him. He knew he didn't want the yellow or the whites. The greens are very plain looking, he thought – it'll be nicer for a house warming. That will be nice, if he hadn't been in or at her house at all. If only there are such things as black flowers, that would make this decision very easy indeed. Black, being his favourite colour and all.
He ran his hand through his dark locks, closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. He wanted something different yet complex, exotic yet familiar. Something that says Elena. Something that says about him as well. What sort of
And there he saw it. He smiled in triumph.