Chapter 1: I Only Have Eyes For You Part I

"Please, enjoy your coffee, sir. If there's anything else I can get for you just let me know." The waitress smiled at me as she placed the hot drink on the table. She was, by normal standards in today's society, beautiful. Jet-black hair in bouncing curls tied up into a ponytail, green eyes and a bright white smile. Any guy would stop what he was doing to look at her. Not me, not anymore. Not since I fell in love with Elena, not since I tasted her lips and ran my fingers through her hair. Of course, I tried my very best to ignore these feelings. A different girl every night was starting to get boring.

My eyes scanned the coffee shop until they landed on her. I could smell her, that perfume she always wore and her natural smell, an intoxicating mix that could make me weak in the knees in a heartbeat. I'm Damon Salvatore; I shouldn't get weak in the knees. I sat staring at the coffee I had ordered for no reason, debating with myself about going and talking to her. Why would she want to talk to me after what happened? Or rather, how can I apologize enough to make her see how much I want her. It's not often you hand your brother over to an old flame and she takes him away. An old flame who happens to be Katherine Pierce.

Ten minutes went by until I made my decision. If I don't act now she could walk away and into someone else's arms and there was no way in hell I was letting that happen, not again. I waited for the waitress left her to make my move, needing time to think about what I was going to even say to her. The short walk towards her felt like an eternity and suddenly everything felt normal again. Being near her, being with her. That's normal.

"Hello, Elena." It came out as a husky whisper, not how I intended it to sound at all but it'll work for now.

Her head shot up from her book and a small noise left her lips as they hung open. Clearly I wasn't whom she was expecting but it's a reasonable response since we hadn't seen each other in a year.

"Damon. What are you doing here?" God, she was cute. She was also cute when she looked angry. I wanted to grasp her face and kiss her.

"Yes, it's me. I was hoping for a more joyous reunion with kissing and clothing getting ripped off but I can see that isn't going to happen. So while I have your attention, and I do have your attention, let me explain everything to you."

"You only have my attention because you're not letting me talk yet, Damon. I don't want to speak to you or even be near you."

She closed her book and stood up, taking a sip from her drink before pushing her chair in. My eyes followed her every move. She was angry which was fine but I wasn't letting her walk away still angry with me. My goal was for her to know how I felt. How I was going to get that through to her was beyond me, but God knows I was going to try. I stepped in front of her and placed my hands on her shoulders, rubbing my thumb against her soft skin.

"Elena, look at me. Pout all you want but you're not leaving my sight until I talk to you. Whether we talk here, outside or your room is up to you. I vote for your room, it'll make everything a lot easier for when talking is done."

My lips curled into a smirk and I gave her a small wink hoping my witty banter would win her over. Of course if it didn't I could just throw her over my shoulder and drag her out of the coffee shop. That's always an incredibly fun option.

"Go away, Damon."

"Talk to me, Elena."

"Why would I talk to you? You gave Stefan to Katherine. The last time I saw him he was boarding a plane with her and I haven't talk to him since."

"They're probably on an island somewhere having the time of their lives, eating all the bunnies and people they want. They're not what I want to talk about. I want to talk to you, about us." I spit out the last sentence and was starting to get mad. Not mad at her, mad at myself for letting Stefan have her. I deserve her just as much as he did.

"There is no us, Damon."

"Well, not right now. There will be."

Elena sighed and starred at the ceiling before shooting me a look of defeat. What a lovely look. Digging through her purse I could see her reach for some torn up paper and a pen, another sigh escaping her lips. "Come by at nine. I'll be back from work by then. We're just talking, Damon. That's it."

"Sure, sure just talking."

"I mean it."

I grabbed for the paper and quickly read over her address. By the time I finished and looked up Elena was already walking away from me and I couldn't help but smile.

"Wait, Elena. Where do you work?"

She shot me another look and walked out of the door. I could've followed her to see where she worked but I couldn't jeopardize anything with her.