"I found her wandering around, she looked so lost." Damon managed, wondering if it seemed a bit stalker-ish.
It was such a coincidence that the girl—Margo, had been someone in Elena Gilbert's circle, and since they looked alike—the small beady brown eyes and thin ruffles of brunette hair—he guessed they were related.
Elena looked like she had been caught off guard, her eyes were widened and her hand was on Margo's shoulder.
"Thanks." Her voice was low and uncertain.
Damon licked his lips, fishing for a way to explore this subject. "I—I'm not sure if you remember me but…we met last night, at the formal."
Her bushy eyebrows scrunched up in wrinkles of confusion. "Excuse me?" Elena's voice was much louder now, and she sounded offended. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."
"Well, it's kind of hard to forget," Damon's frustration build-up was quicker than usual because somehow, he knew she remembered. "I mean you were hanging—" his eyes landed on Margo, she was just a young girl who probably shouldn't hear this. "We met, I'm sure of it."
He knew it wasn't something he had seen in an alcoholic haze but she continued to have that mask of surprise and not-knowing.
"Thanks for helping my sister, but I don't—I'm not sure—I'm sorry." Elena quickly grabbed hold onto Margo's hand and hurried off, down the street and finally, disappearing into the busy streets of Virginia.
"Really?"
He whirled at the sound of Katherine, who put her hand around his shoulders, of course it was a struggle since he was so much taller than her. "What?"
"Elena Gilbert again? What is it with you?" She asked, suspicion and another weird look on her face.
"It's nothing, Katherine." He assured her before blowing out a breath full of air. "Absolutely nothing."
"So, are you taking me?" She asked, tilting her chin upwards.
His eyebrows rose and bunched the way Elena's had only a few chilling moments ago. "Taking you where?"
"To the Ball the Donovan's are having." She said.
"I thought that was a party…?"
"Well it's not." Katherine sighed. "So have a tux ready by tonight, okay? We were invited anyway."
Damon nodded slowly, he wasn't fond of balls and parties. "Fine." It was a struggle doing things he didn't want to do for other people, but maybe it was supposed to be.