A/N: Oooookay! I know I posted the first chapter about a year ago and never continued it, I just thought of it as a one shot, but then I decided to continue it. I couldn't continue it right away because I was busy with college and I was already working on my other fanfic (A way back to each other). Anyway! This week instead of uploading the 17th chapter of said fanfic, I decided to upload this one. So, happy reading!


The little Advertising agency "My grandma doesn't get it either" pulled some strings and managed to get an article about Klaus and his art the very next Sunday edition of NY Times, but since Klaus was related to some important English executive, the Times gave in pretty quickly. It was still very amazing considering he wasn't as known or famous in the USA as he was in England. The article explained the big success his exhibition was the night before and how wonderful his work was. And the last paragraph was dedicated to all the emotions Klaus put in his paintings.

For the article to be done, Caroline stayed up extra late that night, typed as fast as she could, drank more coffee than she should, mixing all the feelings Klaus' painting gave her with her professional duty as his advertiser in record time. She rather have more time to get it done but the printer needed it early for a last check before printing it.

She was still asleep in her apartment while in another place there was an over excited Stefan shoving the newspaper on Klaus' face. "You got amazing reviews! From artists, newspapers, art magazines!" He rambled on while Klaus painted, his back at his friend, finding himself in his own little world. "From our advertiser too." Stefan added, trying to get some reaction from the artist. "Of course it was a good review, it was written by an advertiser, who I'm paying." Klaus replied nonchalantly. "I don't know man, this article looks more personal than a professional relationship... Aren't you a little curious about what Caroline wrote?" yes, he was, he was very curious, but he acted like he didn't and waited ten long minutes after Stefan left to get up and reach the newspaper.

"While some paintings are landscapes filled with light, we also find some dark abstract ones. Even though the styles are different, they all seem to be pieces from the same puzzle. Are they representations from different periods of Niklaus' life? Are they different aspects of his own personality? It's a mystery! And we can all agree that only makes his art even more attractive."

The Times New Roman front made those words lack of the emotions Caroline put in them and only Klaus knew. Didn't she say she didn't know anything about art? She sounded like an expert to him. She was a masterpiece herself. That beautiful face, those pink lips and golder hair...

Klaus took a breath, trying to easy the feeling of his heart being squeezed in his own chest. He hadn't feel like that in so long, not since Tatia, and that's an experience he would rather not repeat. Going back to his painting was useless, all he could do was sketch Caroline's beautiful face in his sketchpad.

Her words in her article were kind and sweet, matching her personality. Klaus knew he should thank her for her wonderful work, she didn't just write a good review, she advertised the exhibition and made it a success. Picking flowers took longer than expected, red roses seemed too romantic, the lilies looked like he was saying "I'm sorry your dog died." or something like that. At the end, he decided to buy margaritas. They seemed happy, like Caroline herself.


"Shit! Sorry! I'm sorry I'm late!" Caroline said while rushing through the office to her desk. Elena looked up at her from behind her own desk, right across the room, and chuckled.

"Who are you apologizing to? You arrived ten minutes later than usual, not even Alaric is here." She said. Caroline sighed with relief, she never arrived late to work before, she wasn't going to start now, and she was sure as hell she wouldn't arrive after her boss. "I read your review on the Times. Look at you using big girl's words!" She teased and Caroline laughed, throwing her a paper ball.

"Uh shush! You know I like writing." She said back.

"Now, I'm serious, it sounded very interesting." Elena commented and Caroline smiled softly.

"It really was." Of course Elena didn't know Caroline wasn't talking about the art itself, but more about the artist. Those blue eyes, red, full and kissable lips, the dimples. And not to mention the stupidly sexy accent. Being so attractive AND british should be illigal.

"Delivery for Miss Forbes." A voice said. Both Caroline and Elena turned to see a young boy standing on the hall, holding a big bouquet of margaritas. Caroline groaned.

"Damn it Tyler..." She mumbled and took the bouquet from the delivery guy.

"Is he still trying to make you forgive him?" Elena asked from her chair.

Things with Tyler ended so bad. How else would a relationship end when the girl finds her boyfriend cheating? Caroline sighed and put the flowers in a glass on her desk.

"Only if that Hayley chick decided she was done with him. After I told him I could never trust him again, he went right back to her." She said tiredly. Only then Caroline took the card hanging between the flowers and read it.

"Thank you for your kind words. They were almost as lovely as yourself.

Fondly, Klaus.

PS: You're quite the snowflake Caroline. I can only hope I get the chance to see other qualities of yours."

"Why is he calling you snowflake?" Elena asked, pulling Caroline out of her shock. She turned her head and saw Elena reading the card over her shoulder.

"Hey! Not peeking!"


Klaus walked back and forth in his studio.

"Stupid... stupid... love fool!" He groaned. He kept asking himself, why? Why?! Why did he have to do such corny thing. He was sure he had scared her away. "She probably thinks I'm a stalker or something! I don't even know if she has a boyfriend? What if I get her in troubles for that? She would hate me!" He protested. Marcel and Stefan both watched quietly while sitting on a brown leather couch. Whenever one of them tried to say something, Klaus spoke again, throwing insults and curses. It was like they weren't there. Stefan even started to look at his watch as he ran out of patience. They had never seen Klaus like this, probably because Klaus wasn't the kind of guy that sends flowers to a girl, he didn't write them sweet words and compliments, he just didn't! Marcel was starting to get really curious about this Caroline girl.

The heard the front door open and someone step in. Stefan got up and walked across the studio to lean on the inner balcony from the second floor. The gallery was closed for the moment and they weren't receiving any costumers, not when Klaus was in such state, but he wasn't expecting to see the pretty blonde woman who his friend couldn't shut up about. She had just walked in and was looking around the gallery, looking at the few paintings left after the exhibition."

"Caroline... hi..." He said surprised from the balcony. Klaus' head turned so fast, it made Marcel think it could have snapped. Caroline looked up and saw Stefan there.

"Stefan, hi! Sorry to bother you, but I was looking for Klaus. Is he here?"

Stefan turned to look at Klaus, who was standing too far for Caroline to see. He was shaking his head and mouthing "NO". Stefan just grinned.

"Yeah! He's here!"

And Klaus gave him a deadly glare.