"You just got stood up on a blind date and now you're crying on a bench in the cold so I'll comfort you and OH MY GOD I WAS YOUR DATE! THAT WAS TONIGHT? As Klaroline please.

This is an absolutely inspired prompt anon, I hope you like what I've done with it : )

Hot N Cold

Great Eastern Restaurant, Chinatown - San Francisco, Friday May 6

Klaus Mikaelson was an idiot, no worse than that he was a lying bastard. He was just your typical male who, after a month of chatting on line, agreed to a date and then unceremoniously stood her up.

She'd left the restaurant embarrassed and confused trying not to cry before planting herself on a nearby wooden bench as the hot tears that were threatening to fall rolled down her cheeks. Caroline promised she'd never put herself in this situation but yet here she was looking desperate and alone.

His wit was sharp, his humour on point, well for an Englishman, and she'd found herself increasingly interested in this relative stranger. It didn't hurt that even though it was a picture, his dark blue eyes seemed to stare into her sole, his dimples mesmerized her and those crimson lips of his looked so temptingly kissable.

She shook her head trying to remove the thoughts of his handsome face, realising it probably wasn't his real one at all. Katherine told her guys online were questionable at best and she was starting to agree. It just really hurt because Klaus seemed unlike all the others, even if he was a little arrogant at times.

She rifled through her purse trying to find the tissues she'd stuffed into the pocket for an emergency. Being stood up seemed like one of those times. Before she knew it the tissue she'd found fell onto the footpath and she cursed aloud thinking it was just her luck.

"Didn't your mother teach you about swearing?" A crisp English accent asked, his hand finding her rogue tissue and holding it out for her. Through her blurred vision, Caroline reluctantly accepted his offering.

"I'm pretty sure she'd understand right now."

"I'm guessing you're having a bad night?"

"What gave it away?" Caroline scoffed, discarding the dirty tissue and using her fingers instead to try and stem the mascara tide. Really classy, but right now she didn't care, especially in front of a complete stranger.

"It was definitely the lack of footwear," he gestured towards the bench, where her favourite Jimmy Choos were lying.

"I tend to take my shoes off when I'm really angry or annoyed," she said, looking at him properly for the first time. For some reason he seemed very familiar.

"I tend to use my punching bag, but you know each to their own," he replied taking a seat beside her, it was at that moment his face came into full view and she knew just who he was.

"You!" She cried, jumping up in surprise.

"Caroline," he confirmed uncertainly after a long pause, those blue eyes doing that sole searching thing again, damn him. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Last time I checked I thought we had a date."

"We don't have a date."

"Oh, so you did stand me up," she growled. "Are you some kind of weirdo that spies on the girl he's stood up to get a thrill?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know, like an arsonist that shows up at the scene of the crime to witness their handiwork." Before she knew it those disarming dimples were on full show and he started to laugh only infuriating her further. "This is not funny last time I checked."

"I didn't stand you up, we were meeting tomorrow night," he reiterated, standing up next to her curiously. "You know, Saturday, May 6."

"Today is May 6, and if you hadn't noticed it's a Friday not Saturday," she shot back, her blue eyes blazing with anger.

"No, it's tomorrow," he argued and Caroline was trying to ignore just how gorgeous he looked in his dark jeans and grey Henley, three necklaces peeking out from underneath. If she thought his picture online was cute his face in real life was absolutely adorable. She shook her head trying to ignore her sudden urges and, if she was being honest, the slight burning between her legs.

"I think you need to get yourself a calendar, Mikaleson," she drawled. "I've had enough of your pathetic excuses, I'm leaving."

"You can't leave."

"Says the guy who stood me up," she groaned. "You know there's no need to pretend you mixed up the dates. I'm old enough and resilient enough to accept it."

Caroline stalked off, determined to create as much space between them as possible, although it was slightly difficult in bare feet and it was at that point she realised she left her very expensive shoes behind. Everything inside her was screaming to save her footwear but her pride was keeping her from turning around.

"Caroline!"

"I'm not interested."

"Well, I'm not talking about me but your $500 pair of shoes," he said. She stopped in her tracks, impressed that at least he knew the cost.

"Fine," she shot back, grabbing her shoes and busying herself with putting them on, she swayed slightly losing her balance straight into his broad chest.

He held out his arms to catch her and she was trying hard to ignore the delicious scent of his aftershave. Their eyes met and Caroline was finding it difficult to look away. Why did this idiot have to be so damn attractive?

She pulled away, albeit reluctantly, and fastened her other shoe before walking away. He may have been gorgeous but he was still an ass.

"Caroline, wait!"

"Buzz off buddy, I'm not interested in someone who can't be honest."

"At least let me explain."

"As far as I can tell there's nothing you could tell me that would change my opinion of you right now." What she didn't expect was for Klaus to run past her and place his body between her and the footpath.

"Just give me a minute, love," he pleaded, those beautiful eyes boring into hers.

"I'm not sure what you could possibly say to change my mind, and don't call me love," she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. He gestured towards his wrist and she looked down at his expensive looking Tag Heuer watch. "I'm aware of the time given it's been an hour since we were supposed to meet."

"Look at the date," he instructed, pointing towards the numbers on display which read May 5. "I think I really need to change the battery by the looks of things."

"Seriously?" She sighed. "So if you did get the dates mixed up, why exactly are you here tonight?"

"I was doing some reconnaissance," he mumbled, self consciously.

"You were doing what?"

"I just wanted everything to be perfect," he murmured. "So I thought I'd come past and just make sure it was all okay for tomorrow."

"I never took you for the neurotic, pre-planning type," she laughed, despite the situation.

"I'm not neurotic," he baulked. "In fact this is the first time I've ever done something like this, I'll have you know."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really."

"So why am I so special then?" She asked, probably against her better judgment.

"I'm trying to make you like me right now and this wasn't what I had in mind," he admitted.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Something far more suave and sophisticated," he replied, truthfully. "Ever since you appeared on my computer screen I just can't get you out of my head."

"Well, I am pretty irresistible," she boasted. "Not that I've forgiven you just yet."

"Well, how about we talk about that over a famous custard tart at the Golden Gate Bakery?"

"Are you really using my sweet tooth against me?"

"That's exactly what I'm doing, sweetheart."

"Fine," she conceded. "But just so you know sugar isn't enough to get into my pants, Mikaelson."

"I kind of figured that," he chuckled. "But it's a good start."