I do not own the Vampire Diaries. The CW and L.J. Smith do. No copyright infringement is intended. I want to thank all of you for reading my story and I hope you enjoy this chapter. I guess that means Bonnie doesn't remember the hug, but Damon still does.
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." –Oscar Wilde
Elena pried the perfume bottle from Bonnie's hand and laughed. "Any more and you'll make him dizzy."
Bonnie pouted and shook her head.
Elena put her hands on Bonnie's shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. "You look great now stop worrying."
Bonnie tried to smile. "I'm nervous that's all."
"Don't be," Elena said, her eyes shining brightly. "Just be yourself, and don't talk too much. I can still come with you if you want."
Bonnie thought about it, but then shook her head. "No, thank you, I'll be fine."
Elena patted her hand and looked her friend over. "You look hot," she said.
Bonnie blushed and said, "I call you if anything is wrong."
"Try to take a picture of him for me," Elena said grinning. "Imagine if he's the one?"
"Elena stop I don't want to start thinking about those kind of things and get ahead of myself."
"It's what we do," Elena said giggling. "We can't help it."
Bonnie applied more blush to her cheeks and looked at herself in the mirror. She absolutely loved the black dress she bought and it fit her perfectly.
"When you come back tonight you have to tell me everything," Elena began and then paused. "Or maybe I'll see you tomorrow morning if you get my drift," Elena said suggestively bobbing her head, causing Bonnie to laugh.
"Now we just wait awhile and you arrive like twenty minutes late. You know you have to make him believe you have more important things to do and he'll forgive you because you look sexy," Elena said, turning on the TV.
Damon put on his emerald green dress shirt and stared at himself in the mirror. "Nope she will not be able to resist me," he said beaming.
"Careful Damon you might fall into the mirror," Stefan said, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
"Really," Damon replied sarcastically. "Hey, do you think I should comb my hair like you?"
Stefan didn't answer him. "You're right it'll take too long," Damon said, running his hand through his hair.
"Anyway, remind me to take that present with me before I leave."
"You bought her something?" Stefan said curiously.
"Yeah I bought her "Under the Dome"by Stephen King and if she's lucky she'll get another present tonight, so I'll tell you now don't be home when I come back."
"Anyway, fine whatever just bring me a picture of this girl. I want to thank her for taking you for a only a few hours."
"You know Stefan you can work on your comedy while I'm gone," Damon said, bending down to polish his shoes.
"Don't forget the book," Stefan called out before leaving.
Bonnie opened the door to The Grill and her eyes scanned the whole place, and came to rest on the emerald shirt that shined like a beacon and she started to walk toward it
Suddenly she halted, taking in the form of his back, and the jet black hair that was getting to long.
Her eyes widened as she realized who it was, and unbelieving she began to walk backward and she bumped into a busboy and she couldn't even say sorry.
Her eyes blinked rapidly and she covered her mouth in surprise and quickly ran out the door.
Opening the door of her car, she slid inside and laid her head against the steering wheel.
"I can't believe this," she said to herself. She thought that the universe was playing a sick joke on her and for some reason she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.
Her phone beeped and she saw that someone had sent her an email.
"So you got cold feet huh?" he messaged her.
She thought about what she should send as a response, but she couldn't come up with anything at the moment. She started to think about how open she was with a complete stranger.
She had told him intimate things that she would never have told anyone, but he still didn't know it was her, so for now she was safe. Her thoughts were broken she heard the beep of her cell phone again.
She read the message and her heart swelled. "Ne Me Quitte Pas" (Don't Leave Me) and she smiled because he remembered. In one of their multitude of chats she had mentioned that she loved that song by Jacques Brel because it was so sweet.
She couldn't stand him up because that would be too cruel. Inhaling sharply she mustered up her courage and made her way to The Grill.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The song can be found on Youtube with English subtitles. I wanted to prolong their meeting so stay tuned and thanks again.