Cella had been mildly surprised that the others hadn't visited as often. In truth, she'd seen Klaus once, and Elijah only twice since they'd returned from her rescue. Her brother and mother had called a few times to check on her, and she'd been quick to assure them that she was fine. Today, she'd planned a meeting with the newest regent of the local covens. Davina was a familiar face who would be all too happy to see Cella.

"Sorry, Cella, but I'm going to have to cancel." Cella arched a brow at the stress in the young witch's voice over the phone, a bit put off by the cancellation of their plans. There was a small clatter and a squeak from Davina.

"Is there anything you need help with?" Having a regent owe her a favor was not something Cella would pass up, though she was careful to keep her tone as sweet as possible. It wouldn't do for Davina to think she was using the younger witch. A few more noises sounded before she heard Davina's voice again.

"No, no. I'm just a bit busier than I expected. I'll talk to you later." The line cut and Cella looked at her phone for a minute before sighing. She'd have to find something else to do now; she'd been far too bored as of late. She grabbed her bag and left a quick note on the door about going out for anyone who cared to know, before heading outside and making her way to Café du Monde. It was a bit of a touristy place, but the coffee was good and everyone always talked about the beignets. She bought a box of them and a coffee to go before catching a streetcar to the park. The sunlight felt wonderful against her skin, and she was glad for the skater-style dress she'd chosen to wear. Sitting on a bench, she began to snack on the beignets, watching people move through the park.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A smooth British accent spoke from next to her, and she looked up to see a man giving her a charming smile. A quick glance over his form revealed the rather old and unique ring on his finger; a daylight ring, she was sure. Giving her own smile, she gestured for him to have a seat. His blue eyes met her own as he offered a hand. "Tristan."

"Cella." She took his hand and gave a firm shake. He nodded, pulling his hand away slowly. "Nice to meet you."

"And you, Cella." Her name sounded almost regal coming from him, and had she been her old self she might have swooned. She turned back to her observation of the park goers, not surprised when he continued. "What is such a lovely lady doing here alone?"

"Is that your best pick up line?" She smirked, and it was clear she'd caught him off-guard. "You should work a bit harder."

"I apologize. I suppose it would benefit me to be upfront about my intentions." He turned so he could face her fully now, and she arched a brow. "I would like to talk you to dinner. Tonight." Another charming smile, though this one was a bit darker; a part of her wanted to say yes, but some niggling feeling of the old Cella reminded her that Elijah wouldn't be happy. With a huff, she shook her head and sipped her coffee.

"I'm afraid not. I'm spoken for." Tristan chuckled, crossing his legs.

"I should have known. It's a shame your beau couldn't be here to keep you company."

"I apologize, dear. He's right, I shouldn't have left you alone for so long." She turned to see Elijah over her shoulder. Despite the cordial tone of his voice and his smile, there was an anger in his eyes. He was looking past her, directly at Tristan, and as she turned back to the man, she noticed his eyes were darker now too. "Viticella, darling, shall we?" He offered a hand, and she took it gently, giving him a smile before turning to the other man.

"It was nice meeting you, Tristan." He nodded, though his gaze was focused on Elijah now too, and in that moment both men looked more predator than man. Elijah led her away, tucking her hand into his arm. Even as they left, she could feel the other man's gaze on her back, and she began to wonder just what sort of history those two had. Whatever it was, Cella wanted to know everything.