"Well, I know I'm irresistible and all but you could have at least given a by-your-leave before." I replied with the haughtiness every Italian vampire must acquire for survival.
"By-your-leave? Oh and what are we? In the1800's?"
"You don't have to live in the 1800's to be a gentleman" I reply, a little irritated now.
"Oh really? Well last time I checked most girls don't get kissed after they drive their car up onto a strangers front porch, then go snooping through their house now do they?"
"My feelings exactly. This was why I was about to leave but no. You had to get all 'Juliet, Juliet. Where art thou?' on me, but you know what Romeo?"
"What Juliet?"
"I'm not on a balcony. And we're not in seventeenth century Verona, Italy. I'm in a basement corridor standing next to a refrigerator full of blood. While some douche bag guy tries to seduce me, by getting pissed at me then supposedly making everything better by kissing me."
"Well then Ms. Fatori. It was wonderful meeting you. I'm so sorry things had to play out this way. Good bye" replied Damon
A/N: Sorry about the short chapter. The next one is a quicky as well. Please review! Don't be afraid to leave any kind of criticism. I offer full imunity.